Miss President wants to talk to you

Merriweather's questioning skills are indeed outstanding, and if I were to really go head-to-head with him, the outcome would be hard to predict.

Therefore, Hattie had no choice but to strike first.

By accusing Merriweather of being a stakeholder from the outset, all the questions he raised later appeared to be biased.

It seems that the results are even better than expected.

"Eleanor wasn't lying to me after all; the tricks she taught me really work!"

Hattie couldn't help but wonder, "I wonder how effective it would be if I used this trick on him later?"

……

The hearing was suspended, and Hattie didn't wander around.

She sat calmly in her seat, awaiting the challenges to come.

Backstage at the hearing room, however, things were in complete chaos.

Several Southern lawmakers sat around a long table, their faces growing increasingly grim.

Meriwether slumped in the corner, as if he had just been seriously ill.

The committee chairman sat at the end of the table.

He has a terrible headache right now.

The hearing was suspended for twenty minutes.

This means they must find someone else to replace Meriwether within twenty minutes.

The problem is that

Who's going?

As originally planned, Meriwether was to be in charge of the first round of questioning.

First, provoke Hattie by touching on issues related to her family, her background, and her beliefs, causing her to lose her temper.

Once she was completely flustered, the others took turns searching for loopholes in the bill's provisions.

The first step has now completely failed.

Hattie did not lose her composure.

Instead, it made everyone start to care about Meriwether's father.

All subsequent plans fell into disarray.

"Congressman Black."

The chairman looked up. "You're next."

The middle-aged man sitting on the left immediately changed his expression.

"why me?"

"Because you are the second questioner."

"But the question I prepared was about the local committee!"

Blake quickly said, "Wallace must have investigated a lot with the FBI now, given his current state!"

"What if she tells everyone that my brother is the chairman of the county agricultural council?"

"Moreover, if the investigation continues, none of you will escape!"

Everyone fell silent again.

Representative Blake's brother is indeed the chairman of the local council.

What's worse, his nephew would regularly send small gifts to the Agricultural Committee every month.

If we really investigate, who knows how much messy stuff we could uncover.

"Then let's find someone else."

The chairman looked to the other side and said, "Congressman Harrison, come here."

Harrison immediately lowered his head, pretending not to hear.

"Harrison, Harrison? Harrison!"

Harrison could no longer hide.

"Chairman, please spare me!"

He said with a bitter face, "You know me, of all the councilors, I'm the least innocent one!"

It's not just that he's not innocent; Harrison is downright wicked.

Born into a wealthy landowning family, he was utterly corrupt and never refused any political donations.

If you let him go up and question them, he won't even survive the first round of artillery fire.

"Then what?!"

The chairman was furious. He shouted, almost losing his temper, "Can't we find a single innocent member in this committee?!"

No one answered him.

Everyone had their heads down.

There are certainly many capable members of the Southern faction of lawmakers.

But how could those who are truly capable be confined to their small House Agriculture Committee?

They've already made progress.

Meriwether is already the most capable one remaining on the committee.

no way.

The chairman turned his head and looked at one person.

"Congressman Faulkner."

He said, "Now you're the only one who can step up. I remember you're quite good at questioning, right?"

"I?"

Faulkner hesitated for a moment.

Questioning ability?

Does he have it?

This isn't how you force someone to do something they're not good at, is it?

"Chairman, just to remind you, I received campaign donations from the Southern Plantation Association..."

"Who hasn't embezzled here?!"

The chairman finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared, "Stop thinking about it! Get this done!"

"This, this, well, okay..."

Faulkner had no choice; he dared not provoke the chairman, and besides, among all the members of parliament, he was indeed considered to be untainted by the corruption.

It can only be him.

……

Twenty minutes later.

The hearing has resumed.

When Faulkner took his seat at the questioning stand, he only had a hastily prepared copy of the bill in his hand.

And the interrogation notes left by Meriwether.

"The hearing continues."

The chairman struck the gavel.

"Next, Representative Faulkner will conduct the questioning."

The hearing room fell silent again, and all the reporters picked up their pens.

Hattie sat up straight, ready for anything.

Faulkner looked at the bill in front of him, then at Hattie.

Sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

what?

He was completely unprepared!

I had no choice but to follow the script and read it aloud.

In fact, at this point, the hearing was essentially over.

Faulkner's aggression was practically nonexistent.

He asked a question, and Hattie provided the answer.

As for the answers, are there any loopholes, or any points that can be seized upon and followed up with further questions?

Faulkner did not pursue the matter further.

He gives the impression that he's just waiting to finish reading his script and get off work as soon as possible.

Finally, a subtle restlessness began to stir in the room.

Many attendees began to express their dissatisfaction.

They came to this hearing not to watch this uneventful back-and-forth.

Faulkner, who was questioning people on stage, clearly had no legal experience.

How could the committee promote someone like that?

The hearing chairperson also had a grievance that he couldn't express.

Ultimately, it was due to carelessness.