Miss President wants to talk to you

Eleanor accepted almost a 100% premium just to complete the deal.

Wilkes forced himself to suppress his wavering heart.

The price is indeed very attractive.

But he can still tell the difference between being full at one meal and being full at every meal.

"Mr. Hopkins, I'm sorry, I cannot agree!"

Eleanor asked, "Is this price not even acceptable?"

Wilkes shook his head.

"This has nothing to do with money."

He said, "I am the president of Southern United Power Company, and my responsibility is to ensure the long-term stable operation of the company."

"These lines provide electricity to local residents, farms, and factories."

"If it is suddenly handed over to a new operator, any accident could affect the lives of tens of thousands of people."

"I cannot risk the entire region because of one deal."

This outcome was within Eleanor's expectations.

But he still felt it was a bit of a pity.

Eleanor believed she had been very sincere.

He didn't call for violence; he just wanted to use money to buy a qualification to enter the power grid system.

For this purpose, he is even willing to accept a 100% premium.

However, the other party still refused to budge.

It means being determined to exclude the federal government from the power grid system.

"In that case..."

Eleanor sighed, "Then the federal government will have to build the power grid itself."

Wilkes laughed.

"Of course, the Federation has that power."

"However, I hope the Federation can think this through."

His voice lowered slightly.

"Building a complete power grid system from scratch locally could be extremely costly."

"Even if we spend tens of millions, we might not achieve anything."

“If word gets out that you’re squandering taxpayers’ money like this, it could have a bad impact.”

Having said that, Wilkes stood up.

"Mr. Hopkins, thank you for your invitation today. The food was really delicious."

"If there is an opportunity next time, I hope I can host a good meal for you."

"I have work to do today, so I'll have to take my leave now."

Eleanor did not try to persuade him to stay; he stood up.

“In that case, I will definitely attend when Mr. Wilkes hosts the event.”

The two shook hands again.

Wilkes left the reception room quickly.

Eleanor stood there, watching Wilkes' departing figure.

Something's not right, not even nine-tenths right.

Eleanor had a strange feeling.

This Wilkes is clearly just the president of a joint venture.

But his last words were extremely arrogant and even subtly threatened him.

Who gave him the courage?

Was it because I was too kind just now?

Or

What shady plans does he have?

"system."

Eleanor thought to himself, "Find out what kind of counterattack Wilkes will use."

[Thinking about the problem...]

[Estimated thinking time: 108 hour.]

So long?

It has already reached the level of senators.

Looks like this guy actually has some skills!

Eleanor put away all her contempt; this Wilkes was clearly no ordinary person.

108 hours, right?

I wait!

……

An hour later.

Wilkes drove back to his villa in Alabama.

This place is not far from Birmingham city center and was a residence specially prepared for him by Southern United Power Company.

Wilkes spent most of his time traveling between southern states and rarely returned home.

His family members were not in the villa.

There were only a butler and servants, and a study with three telephones installed.

Upon entering the study, Wilkes did not rush to take off his coat.

"To the Hua family."

He told his secretary, "Find Senator Byrd."

The secretary started dialing.

Wilkes then pulled a heavy file box from under the bookshelf.

The call was answered quickly.

"Which one?"

A somewhat tired voice came from the other end.

Good evening, Senator Byrd.

Wilkes said, "I hope I haven't disturbed your rest."

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone.

"Wilks?"

"it's me."

Upon hearing this answer, the other person's voice suddenly became stiff.

Why are you still looking for me?

He said, "After I helped you with that last time, you promised you wouldn't call me again!"

"Oh! That promise? Of course I remember it, and I will definitely keep it."

Wilkes took out a document from the file box and looked through it as he spoke.

"Senator Bird, that's all in the past. Don't worry, I'll never bring it up again."

"But this time, what I want to discuss with you is a recent rumor about your young master."

Senator Byrd was stunned.

"Adam? Impossible!"

He said urgently, "He's always stayed in his hometown, how could he have any dirt on you?!"

"Senator, it seems you don't know your son very well."

Wilkes said, "You can look it up yourself, but I also want to congratulate you on becoming a grandfather."

"To be a grandfather?"

Senator Byrd on the other end of the phone looked visibly distressed.

That little beast.

You locked him up in your hometown, but you still couldn't control your lower body?

His son just got engaged; the woman's family has a very high social standing, making it a powerful alliance between the two families.

At this critical juncture, no scandals can be allowed to surface.

Senator Byrd remained silent for a long time.

“…Speak.”

He finally spoke, his tone quite heavy, "What do I have to do this time for you to bury this scandal?"

Wilkes smiled.

If they're willing to cooperate, then things are much easier.

Wendell Wilkes, on the surface, is a successful federal elite.