Miss President wants to talk to you

"who are you?"

"Jack Hall!"

The man on the phone yelled, "It's that supervisor you just mentioned!"

boom!

At that moment, everyone in the entire Federation was in a state of shock.

what's the situation? !

Countless people instinctively moved closer to the radio.

The person Smith just called out was actually there!

With that worker who escaped?

Hall's anger was now uncontrollable; he had clearly been driven to a dead end.

Hearing Smith shift all the blame onto him, he didn't care about saving face at all.

"I am in charge of the Fourth District! I arrested the people, and I arranged the guards!"

"But weren't those rules made by your son?"

"Smith! Don't fucking try to pin all the blame on me!"

"I am now a tainted witness!"

"Official charges are being filed against your entire family!"

The entire federation.

It was as if, at that moment, they all lost their voices.

In the Southern Club.

The plantation owners, without prior agreement, began to distance themselves from the radio.

It was as if the being that kept making sounds had become some kind of visible terror.

At this moment, Smith stiffened his neck and lost all his composure.

They were having a fierce argument with the fourth district manager.

"You say you are Hall, how can you prove it?"

"And even if you are, all your accusations against my family are slander!"

"The innocent have nothing to fear; we did not do these things!"

On the other end of the phone, the manager, Hall, was far less polite.

He no longer had any intention of explaining, and only responded with insults.

Its complex vocabulary and rich associations are truly astonishing.

Eleanor saw that things were about to spiral out of control.

He quickly pulled Smith away.

"Senator, calm down, calm down. This is only one side of the story, and it's not confirmed yet, is it?"

Why are you in such a hurry?

I

Smith really wanted to swear!

You, Eleanor, orchestrated all of this, and you still want to play the good guy here?

If he could, Smith would really like to just walk away.

But that won't work.

He's already been placed here.

Smith could certainly choose to leave, but the "Government Affairs Federation" would not end because of that.

If he doesn't stay here, it will give the Southerners an excuse to explain.

Then it really is true, whatever Eleanor says goes!

Moreover, without anyone noticing, two extremely burly agents had already silently entered the room.

He was standing right behind Smith.

Although nothing was done, it brought an indescribable and powerful oppression.

Smith left without needing to think about anything further.

He could only gasp for breath and give way.

He stared intently at Eleanor with a murderous look in his eyes.

It's all because of you!

Hopkins, you had ulterior motives from the very beginning when you invited me to this show!

Eleanor completely ignored Smith's gaze.

He picked up the phone again and said, "Okay, now let Perry take the call again."

A burst of noise came from the other end of the microphone.

It seemed as if someone forcibly dragged Hall away and covered his mouth to prevent him from speaking.

Soon, Perry's voice came through the phone again.

“Mr. Hopkins, I’m online.”

it is good.

Eleanor asked with a smile:

"Mr. Perry, let's continue our previous topic."

"You said before that the Fourth District is under extremely strict guard, forcing you to do hard labor every day."

"So I'm curious, what do the workers inside do every day?"

Perry remained silent for a long time before finally uttering a single sentence.

"During the day, we're all farming."

Eleanor pressed, "What should we plant?"

"……poppy."

This word, like a cannonball, crashed directly into the already boiling public opinion.

On Capitol Hill.

The phone in the hand of a Southern congressman fell back onto the table with a thud.

He had just been trying to find connections to help Smith find a way out.

But now we've discovered...

This matter is no longer as simple as a slave labor camp!

In newspaper editorial offices across the federal government.

All the editors-in-chief issued the same order.

"Delete the entire front page now, and contact all the reporters to rush south tonight!"

Head south!

We must head south!

The Waterley Valley case is huge!

Smith was completely stunned. Just how much did Eleanor actually know?!

But he still didn't give up on explaining, and almost immediately said:

"Poppies are not the same as drugs!"

"Pharmaceutical production also requires poppy seeds as raw materials!"

"Even if medicinal plants are grown in the valley, it doesn't mean they've broken the law!"

That statement does make sense.

The Southern faction, which had just fallen into despair, seemed to have grasped a glimmer of hope.

Correct.

As long as it is legally cultivated for medicinal purposes.

The problem still needs to be explained.

Eleanor remained silent, knowing full well that the federal government did not regulate planting.

So he then asked:

"Mr. Perry, where are those poppies sent after they're harvested?"

Perry replied, "The factory behind District 4."

What does the factory produce?

"I don't know the name."

Perry was lost in thought. "All I knew was that you had to boil those poppies into a black paste first, and then refine it into a white powder."

"They were put into unlabeled bottles and transported out by truck at night..."

The explanation Smith just established.

It collapsed instantly.

But he still refused to give up, and he had no way to give up.

Now the Smith family can only rely on his explanation.