Miss President wants to talk to you

Ellison Smith arrived half an hour early.

He appeared calm and energetic.

Clearly, they have made ample preparations.

Upon seeing Eleanor, Smith even came over to greet her.

"Mr. Hopkins."

"Senator Smith."

The two shook hands, appearing to be having a pleasant working relationship.

No one could detect any hostility on their faces.

"I hope today's program can clear up all the misunderstandings between us!"

Smith laughed and said, "From now on, the people of the Union will understand that Southern congressmen have always supported the Union!"

Yes, yes!

Eleanor laughed and said, "We will definitely dispel all misunderstandings!"

The two men sat down in a friendly and respectful manner, like brothers.

The program will begin soon.

Eleanor and Smith each sat in front of a microphone.

There was only a small round table separating them.

The staff began a final check of the equipment, and the indicator light turned from yellow to red.

The broadcast has been officially connected.

Eleanor's calm voice came from millions of radios at the same time.

Good evening, listeners.

"This is the Federal Government of Inquiry."

In an office in the West Wing of the White House, the lights were still on.

Hattie Wallace stopped knitting.

On the table in front of her was a half-knitted woolen doll.

If you look closely, you'll see that the little figure is almost identical to Eleanor.

Eleanor's voice reached her ears, and she couldn't help but whisper:

"traitor!"

Despite feeling wronged, Hattie's ears still perked up.

Perhaps, she still harbored a glimmer of hope.

What if Eleanor didn't betray him?

What if I've misunderstood?

Hattie had prepared for both scenarios.

If Eleanor is truly a traitor, she'll stab that villain to death.

If Eleanor hadn't betrayed him...

So she gave the little yarn figure to Eleanor as a gift.

……

"Tonight, we're going to discuss the agricultural bill that's causing a huge controversy in Congress."

Eleanor said into the microphone, "And a word that has been mentioned by countless people recently, but few have really explained clearly."

"Southern tradition."

"It is an honor for us to have with us today Senator Ellison Smith, the most senior member of Congress who was born in the South."

"Welcome, Congressman Smith!"

Smith nodded and said into the microphone, "Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Hopkins."

Eleanor didn't keep anyone in suspense.

Let's get straight to the point.

"Today, we want to have a good talk about Southern traditions. We often hear this term, but we don't quite understand what it means."

"Could you please explain to the audience what Southern traditions actually represent?"

Smith smiled slightly into the microphone.

Ellison Smith felt a long-lost sense of relief as he listened to the radios of millions of federal listeners.

As long as he's in front of the microphone, it's his home turf.

What are Southern traditions?

He adjusted his posture slightly to make his voice sound more composed.

“Mr. Hopkins, you have asked a very good question.”

Smith began to speak, his tone unhurried and gentle, like an elder recounting past events by a campfire.

"In the current Union, many people associate the term Southern tradition with very negative things."

"They see this as an excuse, a shield for conservative forces to refuse change."

"But I want to tell you all today that's not the case."

Smith's voice, carried by the radio waves, gradually spread to every corner of the Federation.

"Southern traditions are not monsters or a slogan that rejects progress."

"It is a responsibility."

"Landowners provide the land and the costs, while tenants provide the labor."

"We share the profits during a bumper harvest and the burden during a poor harvest."

"This kind of relationship cannot be summarized by a single contract."

Smith did not give a long speech.

In just a few simple sentences, the Southern Farm is portrayed as a large, supportive family.

The words fell.

In a country club in the south, a chorus of approval immediately rang out.

Several plantation owners, holding wine glasses, nodded repeatedly.

"Well said!"

"These words should have been heard by the whole nation long ago!"

They had initially worried that Smith would be besieged by Eleanor.

But from the start of the program until now.

Eleanor not only didn't refute, but listened attentively the whole time.

Things went even more smoothly than they had expected.

the other side.

In the break room of a factory in northern China, several workers gathered around a radio.

They initially scoffed at the so-called Southern traditions.

But after hearing Smith's explanation, his expression gradually became hesitant.

"It sounds... like it's not entirely unreasonable."

“The situation is indeed different in every place.”

"Washington's direct regulations on how the money should be distributed may not actually solve the problem."

Even some who initially supported the agricultural bill began to waver.

Smith did not make any attack on existing policies.

He just kept emphasizing

Aid should respect local experience, and reforms should not undermine existing cooperation.

Power must remain in the hands of those who truly understand the land, allowing professionals to do what they do best.

These words sounded gentle, composed, and even well-intentioned.

Inside the broadcasting center.

Smith became more and more composed as he spoke.

He knew very well that he had taken control of the show's pace.

"So, you think the biggest problem with the previous agricultural draft was that it didn't give local governments enough trust?"

Eleanor asked at the opportune moment.

"exactly."

Smith nodded.

"I believe Minister Wallace's intentions were good, but his subordinates misunderstood these good intentions!"

"Agriculture is the foundation of the nation, and we must not act rashly!"

“Any hasty policy could cause tens of thousands of families to lose the land they depend on for survival.”

These words were especially beautiful.

This both praised Hattie's kindness.

She was also described as an inexperienced bureaucrat who acted solely on ideals.