Miss President wants to talk to you

Edgar would never actually do the statistics himself; he would only delegate it to his subordinates, such as his secretary, Gandhi Helen.

Finally, she just needs to inspect the results.

Eleanor didn't bother to expose him; if things didn't go well, Edgar would be responsible.

How long will it take you?

"Hmm... ten days?"

"It'll take this long?" Eleanor frowned.

"Seven days! Seven days is enough!" Edgar assured him, patting his chest.

"I'll give you five days."

Eleanor concluded by saying, "Remember, this must be kept secret. I don't want any information leaked."

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

……

The next morning.

Eleanor returned to the Ministry of Agriculture.

Hattie stood behind the desk, which was completely covered by files.

She clearly hadn't slept all night.

"Mr. Hopkins."

Hattie, with dark circles under her eyes, pointed to the draft agricultural adjustment plan on the table.

"I rewrote the compensation terms as you requested."

"The regulations require that before receiving compensation, landowners must submit a list of all actual farmers."

"It also stipulates that the compensation must be distributed proportionally according to the original profit-sharing agreement between the landlord and the tenant."

"If a landlord, after signing a production reduction contract, evicts the original tenants without a legitimate reason."

"The Ministry of Agriculture has the right to freeze the compensation and demand the return of any funds already received."

Oh?

That's pretty efficient!

Eleanor opened the draft with great interest.

Then, disappointment soon followed.

He had only read a few lines when he already noticed three problems.

"What's with this bill of yours? Are you playing house?"

Eleanor asked, "You stipulated that landlords should declare their own tenant lists, but why didn't you write down any means of punishing those who conceal information?"

"You stipulate that the compensation should be distributed according to the profit-sharing agreement, but do you know that most tenants have only verbal agreements with landlords because they cannot afford legal fees?"

Finally, this is the one thing I just can't understand.

Eleanor pointed to the draft.

"Why is the compensation recipient listed here still as the landowner?"

"If you don't write the landowner's name, what should you write?"

Hattie frowned. "The production cut agreement was signed with the landowners."

"Therefore, we can only give them the compensation money first, and then they can distribute it to the tenant farmers."

Eleanor was speechless for a moment.

So after all this, you want the landlord to pay the compensation himself?

What on earth is going on in your little head?

Can't you use your brain?!

"So you've got it wrong from the start."

Eleanor said, "This money from the government shouldn't be called compensation; it should be called a guarantee."

"It should not be distributed proportionally, but rather the government should proactively set several tiers and distribute the funds directly to individuals."

"For example, a shareholding farmer who only provides labor and whose means of production are provided by the landlord is one category; "

"Tenant farmers who not only provide labor but also bear part of the production costs are in another category;"

"Self-employed farmers who own their land and bear the risks of their harvest alone represent another category..."

Eleanor's mouth was dry, and she talked a lot.

But Hattie found it increasingly strange as she listened.

"Hopkins, your argument sounds a lot like the way Red Rossiya classified peasants, doesn't it?"

"looks like?"

Eleanor took a sip of water and said, "How is that similar? Don't talk nonsense with your eyes open! You'll be held responsible if the report is inaccurate in the future!"

Hattie looked completely incredulous.

"I remember you had contact with Hongluo personnel not long ago, didn't you? Did you overhear some inappropriate ideas at the dinner table?"

"What nonsense!"

Eleanor shook his head. "I am a seasoned capitalist warrior, and you can never doubt my determination to exploit others."

"But"

"There are no 'buts'. Just do as I say."

Eleanor interrupted Hattie before she could finish speaking.

"If I were truly influenced by Hong Luo, why would I focus on rural areas? I should be paying attention to big cities!"

Hattie thought about it and realized it made sense.

Anyway, no one has managed to get through this route yet.

"I'm sorry, Hopkins, I misunderstood you."

"It's okay, I forgive you."

Eleanor returned to the main point, "In short, we should start a rural census before distributing the security benefits."

"Find out the origins, quality, and grade of those farmers."

This suggestion is very reasonable, and Hattie thinks it should be done.

But she still had doubts: "But such an operation would require a lot of manpower, and the current federal budget is insufficient..."

"You don't need to worry about that."

Elino said, "I will prepare a group of people to go into the countryside for in-depth investigations and then supervise the proper distribution of the security funds."

"You're hiring?"

Hattie frowned. "Hopkins, we just passed the Federal Spending Cuts Act. Shouldn't we be cutting back?"

Eleanor retorted, "So, does that mean that indiscriminately distributing compensation, causing tenant farmers to riot, counts as saving money?"

Hattie immediately fell silent.

Well, it seems that this expense is indeed unavoidable.

Eleanor nodded. That's the right attitude.

The previous cost-cutting measures were intended to eliminate flawed projects from the previous government.

The increased spending now is to support the right projects of this government.

Can they be the same?

After that, Hattie put aside all her concerns and began discussing more details of the bill with Eleanor.

Keep revising until you are satisfied.

Finally, a draft outline for agriculture, at least reasonably acceptable, was produced.

The next step is to further refine the details and standardize the terminology.

It may take a few more days.

But that's not Eleanor's concern.

Looking at the outline of the draft, Hattie couldn't help but imagine the reaction of Congress after the draft was submitted.

The reaction could be quite intense.

"Hopkins".

"Ok?"

"Are we creating a national-level conflict?"

"Don't say things like that."

Eleanor said, "The contradiction was always there; we were just pretending not to see it."

……

Over the next few days, Hattie began organizing people to refine the agricultural draft.

It was also during this period.

Waters arrived in Washington, D.C.

He had clearly made thorough preparations for this meeting.

His hair was trimmed and his beard was cleanly shaved.

His leather shoes were shiny, and his suit, though not expensive, was brand new.