Miss President wants to talk to you

……

After a lengthy conversation, Eleanor left the Agriculture Minister's office.

Hattie was left alone, sitting blankly on the sofa.

He was unable to recover for a long time.

She was still dizzy and couldn't believe what Eleanor had just told her.

“Ms. Hattie, you just need to write the bill.”

"As for those Southern members of Congress, you don't need to worry."

"You don't need to worry about how to provide administrative power."

"The only thing you need to focus on is how to write a good bill that truly takes into account the interests of the majority."

"Don't be afraid of a radical bill, be afraid that the bill isn't radical enough!"

"If you are really worried about offending people, you can put only my name on the bill."

When Eleanor said these words, he displayed an unprecedented level of confidence.

That confidence was so infectious that even Hattie couldn't help but be infected.

She suddenly thought of the previous Banking Act.

Hattie was wondering why Woodin, an old man who liked to mediate, had acted so unusually that time.

He acted with unwavering determination, even revealing everything at the hearing.

Now it seems

Is it really because of Eleanor?

……

Eleanor returned to her office.

I thought that after finishing the diplomatic work with Red Rossia, I could finally take a short break.

Unexpectedly, another problem immediately arose.

There's never a moment's rest.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I'm just an assistant, but I'm always worrying about what a department head should be doing."

Eleanor suddenly remembered someone.

The highest authority in the Red Alliance now rests with that legendary Iron Lady.

It seems that her original position also lacked real power.

My role was simply to take notes during meetings.

She picked up jobs that others didn't want and did them little by little, gradually building up her network and status over time.

Finally, they obtained the ticket to compete for the highest power.

Eleanor hadn't thought that far ahead at the moment.

He simply didn't want to see millions of tenant farmers displaced.

Eleanor sat back down in her seat and dialed the phone.

"Operator, connect me to Walter Waters, Oregon, number 276."

"Okay, wait a minute."

After waiting for a while, the call was connected.

"Hey?"

The voice of Walter Waters, former leader of the Veterans Expedition, came from the other end of the phone.

“Waters? It’s me, Eleanor Hopkins.”

"Mr. Hopkins!?"

The voice on the other end immediately lit up with delight.

"Hello! Hello! It's been over a month since we last met!"

“Mr. Hopkins, we’ve been following your news closely. That battle over the Banking Act was a brilliant victory, wasn’t it?”

"We all miss you very much. We don't know when you'll have time, but we veterans would like to visit you and get together with you!"

Eleanor interrupted Waters' greeting.

Once you start talking about it, it never ends.

"I'm fine. The first batch of breweries has recently opened, and I think some of you have already been hired, right? Has anyone come to cause trouble?"

"Yes, yes! It's all thanks to you!"

Waters said gratefully, "Everything is fine. No one has come to cause trouble yet, probably because Prohibition hasn't been lifted. There hasn't been a conflict of interest between those gangs and us."

"Then you'd better be prepared."

Eleanor only mentioned it briefly and then refused to reveal any further information about Prohibition.

"By the way, are you free lately? Come to Washington, D.C., I have something to tell you."

"no problem!"

Waterston was filled with mixed feelings of surprise and delight.

He knew that Eleanor wouldn't contact him for no reason.

This immediately put Waters at ease.

He wasn't afraid of anything happening to Eleanor; what he feared was being completely forgotten by Eleanor—that would be true despair!

"Is tomorrow okay? I'll take the train to Washington tonight!"

"No need to rush, you can come in the next few days."

After giving his instructions, Eleanor hung up the phone.

He leaned back in his chair, thinking about his conversation with Hattie.

"An army of 100,000?"

If it really comes to that, this agricultural reform will no longer be a simple reform.

It's not about the second reconstruction of the Federation!

Hopefully, those Southern lawmakers will be sensible and not put themselves in a difficult position.

In fact, Eleanor is quite reasonable.

As long as those big landowners are willing to give up a portion of their profits for the tenants.

He can temporarily avoid confronting them, and they can still get along harmoniously for a while.

After all, the Federation has too many things to deal with right now.

But if they remain greedy and unwilling to give up even the slightest benefit...

Eleanor also knew a little bit about martial arts.

With that in mind, he picked up the command block again.

"Connect to the FBI, Director's office."

Chapter 90: The Mighty Tide of the Times

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The operator quickly transferred the call.

Less than half a minute later, Edgar's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"This is Hoffer."

His voice betrayed an undeniable weariness.

The FBI has been extremely busy lately.

The bank case, the church case, the Morgan case, and a whole host of old files that no one dared to touch before are all being reinvestigated.

Edgar wished he could stretch every hour into two.

However, when the operator told her that the caller was Eleanor, she immediately put down her work.

“It’s me, Eleanor.”

"Mr. Hopkins!"

Her voice suddenly became more lively.

What can I do for you?

"I need a background briefing."

Eleanor said, "I need to know the background of every Southern member of Congress right now."

Background briefing on Southern-leaning lawmakers?

Edgar thought about it and realized that the task was not difficult.

There are existing files, as well as materials previously submitted by the local office.

Then they would collect information such as news clippings, legal records, and campaign materials.

It was completed very quickly.

"No problem, Mr. Hopkins!"

Edgar immediately assured over the phone, "I will personally handle anything you ask me to do, and I guarantee you will be satisfied."

That's just nonsense.