Miss President wants to talk to you

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Lucy picked up her pen and wrote a line on the back of the business card.

The ink is gold.

"Please provide Mr. Hopkins with everything he needs."

Finally, she signed her name.

“There’s a tailor shop on Fifth Avenue. After you make a purchase, show this to the shop owner.”

Lucy handed the business card to Eleanor.

"All expenses will be charged to the Rosef family's account."

Eleanor accepted the business card.

"A tailor shop?"

"Yes."

Lucy nodded.

“Strictly speaking, it can no longer be considered an ordinary tailor shop; it’s more like a club.”

She said, "Many members of parliament, bankers and industrial giants would go there to have their clothes tailored, exchange information and talk business."

"They usually don't serve unfamiliar guests."

"But the Rosef family's business card can get anyone in this shop to serve you."

Eleanor's heart stirred slightly.

Good guy.

This is no ordinary business card.

This is a symbol of entering the inner circle.

"Also, the driver who brought you here is still waiting outside."

Lucy said, "He will be in charge of your schedule from now on. If you encounter any problems, you can just give him a call."

She glanced at the wall clock.

"It's almost time."

Lucy gave a slight bow. "Have a pleasant day, Mr. Hopkins."

"Thank you!"

Eleanor carefully put away the business card and expressed her gratitude.

……

Eleanor walked out of the mansion.

Looking at the distant sky, he felt as if he had been transported to another world.

Just an hour ago, he was an ordinary unemployed man.

Now, he himself has become an advisor to the future president.

Some of it is inevitably unrealistic.

The black car was parked to the side downstairs in the mansion.

The burly man who brought him here had been waiting for a long time.

There is another person whose whereabouts are unknown.

“Mr. Hopkins, I wasn’t lying to you before, was I?”

The burly man grinned. "I really am just a driver."

Eleanor laughed too: "Now I believe it."

The burly man then extended his hand: "Let's get to know each other again, Gus. We'll probably be seeing each other quite often in the future."

"Hello."

Eleanor shook hands with him.

That hand was covered in calluses, clearly indicating that it wasn't just someone who could hold a steering wheel.

Gus opened the car door for him.

"Please get in the car, Mr. Hopkins."

Eleanor was about to get into the car when suddenly, he had a premonition.

He glanced back at the mansion.

Second floor window.

A familiar figure was lying there.

Her long silver hair was pressed against the glass, almost flattening her entire face.

It's Rosef.

Seeing Eleanor turn around, she waved excitedly.

Upon seeing this, Eleanor couldn't help but laugh.

He waved to her as well.

After a while.

The vehicle drove away from the manor and headed towards the metropolis.

……

Eleanor soon returned to the Metropolis.

They first passed through the Brook district on the East Bank.

Of the five boroughs in the metropolitan area, this is one of the worst-performing economically.

Docks, factories, cheap apartments, and countless unemployed people.

They were all crammed into this gray neighborhood.

Many of the shops along the roadside were already closed, and some were even boarded up.

Several crooked words were written on the wooden board in chalk:

"rent."

"Urgent sale."

"Sold at a low price."

A crowd of people was gathered at the street corner ahead.

Gus frowned, wanting to bypass the road, but it was too late to turn back.

We had no choice but to grit our teeth and drive through.

It was a small bank.

There was a long queue outside the bank, but the iron gates were tightly closed.

The glass door was drawn with heavy curtains, obscuring what was happening inside.

Two policemen were standing at the door.

One of them was explaining loudly, but his voice was clearly drowned out by the crowd.

"The bank is only temporarily closed! It's not bankrupt!"

"Your deposits are safe."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Fuck your mother!"

Someone in the crowd cursed.

Immediately afterwards, a leather shoe flew out of the crowd and smashed against the glass door with a bang.

The crowd suddenly stirred and desperately pushed forward.

Gus instinctively stepped on the gas.

The car bypassed the crowd and drove past the street corner.

The clamor of the crowd was left behind by the car.

Eleanor looked back and saw that the riots were still going on, but there had been no stampede.

He glanced at the bank's name: Rape National Bank.

Eleanor suddenly felt a little heavy-hearted.

“Those people won’t get their money back,” he said.

"Some of them can be retrieved."

Gus simply sighed, "Some... let's just pretend they were never there."

No, it can't be taken back.

Eleanor remembers it very clearly.

The system mentioned this when it helped him find a job.

[Rip National Bank entered bankruptcy liquidation yesterday.]

What that policeman said was just a lie.

The car continued forward.

Ahead, a steel bridge spanning the river came into view.