Miss President wants to talk to you

Soon, the name of a company came to light.

Southern United Power Company.

This company, through multiple layers of shareholding, controlled the power supply network for a large area near the valley.

Many seemingly independent local power companies also have its shares behind them.

It has also signed a long-term operating agreement with the local government.

They monopolized the operation and sales of electricity for twenty years.

Eleanor continued to roll backward.

Soon, a photograph of a person slid out of the file.

The man in the photo is around forty years old, with a dignified appearance and simple clothing.

Wendell Wilkes.

President of Southern United Power Company.

This person is very capable, lives a low-key life, and also knows some survival wisdom.

He has publicly supported some of the new government's relief policies on multiple occasions.

This gave him a very good image in the media.

Is this my opponent this time?

They don't seem like a nice guy either.

After a moment's thought, Eleanor decided to hold off on any talk of fighting and meet with the other party first.

When fighting someone, there are only three moves.

Inviting guests, beheading, taking in servants as dogs.

This time, I'll treat you to a meal first.

……

at the same time.

metropolis.

Headquarters of China Southern Power Grid Co., Ltd.

Wendell Wilkes has just finished a dinner party.

Back in his office, his secretary handed him a telegram.

"Mr. Wilkes."

The secretary said, "The White House is accessing information about the Tennessee Valley, including power generation records from the Wilson Dam and all power supply contracts signed by Southern Power Company in the area."

This statement is truly chilling.

The order to retrieve the data was given by Louise, who is now the White House Chief of Staff.

But shortly after the data was retrieved, a telegram arrived in the Metropolitan City.

The entire process was reported in detail.

After reading the telegram, Wilkes took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and felt somewhat weary.

It's been more than ten years.

Why haven't these people accepted their fate yet?

I find the dam quite convenient to use, so why does the Federal Government want to take it back?

"Who were those documents transferred to?" Wilkes asked.

“Eleanor Hopkins,” the secretary said.

"It's him."

Wilkes had obviously heard of the name; it was quite famous lately.

What does he want to do?

"We don't know yet."

The secretary said, "The White House has not yet clearly announced its plans."

"I see..."

Wilkes hesitated; he was a low-key person and hated being in the spotlight.

If this is not handled properly, being targeted by Hopkins could quickly escalate into a major incident.

He thought for a long time, and finally instructed his secretary.

“Is that so? Then you can send an invitation to Mr. Hopkins in my name, hoping he will do me the honor of attending the banquet.”

"And I emphasized to him that I love the Federation and am willing to talk to him."

The secretary had been with Wilkes for many years.

Upon hearing this, he knew that Mr. Wilkes was about to use that trick again.

"Ok!"

The secretary immediately went to make preparations.

However, not long after, he returned, his expression somewhat strange.

"what happened?"

Wilkes asked in confusion, "Did I not explain myself clearly just now?"

"No, no..."

The secretary said, "After I went downstairs just now, I received a call from the White House."

"A call from the White House?"

A cold glint flashed in Wilkes's eyes.

He thought the call was from one of his own informants in the White House.

"Didn't I emphasize that we shouldn't make phone calls from inside the White House and that everything should be communicated via encrypted telegram?"

"All the phone lines in the White House will be monitored by the switchboard!"

The secretary shook her head frantically.

"No, no!"

He quickly explained, "The caller wasn't one of our informants, but a legal advisor named Harley Truman."

She said she was extending an invitation to you on behalf of Mr. Elino Hopkins.

"We hope you can accept our invitation to dinner at Wilson Dam in two days."

"Hopkins wants to see you."

Chapter 106: Rosef's Secret is in Danger

Two days later.

The train Eleanor was on entered the valley region.

The scenery along the way was even more desolate than described in the report.

There are large areas of cleared mountain land on both sides of the railway.

During the day, it's not noticeable.

As evening fell and the train passed through a small town, the lights in the carriages were already on.

The houses outside the window quickly sank into darkness.

Only a few kerosene lamps flickered across the fields.

Despite being right next to the Wilson Dam, these surrounding towns and villages have no access to electricity.

Because capital is profit-driven.

People will do business that could cost them their lives, but nobody will do business that loses money.

Laying power lines in rural towns is so expensive that it doesn't even cover the cost, and no power company is willing to be a sucker for it.

The train eventually stopped at Florence station.

Eleanor got out of the car, and Truman followed closely behind.

"Miss Truman, my safety today rests entirely on your shoulders."

Eleanor looked relaxed. "You absolutely must protect me!"

Eleanor did not bring any of Edgar's people with her when she came to Alabama this time.

Aside from necessary guards, only Truman was brought along.

At this moment, Truman's expression looked somewhat tense.

They were clearly aware of the great responsibility they bore.

"Don't be so nervous."

Eleanor comforted him, "Even if your mission fails in the end, I will only die."

"Death is not scary; death is like a cool summer night, allowing one to sleep peacefully without worry."

Truman glanced at him.

“Sir, if you can’t speak, you don’t have to.”

"Ok."

Eleanor should shut up.