Miss President wants to talk to you

The bridge is towering, with crisscrossing iron frames and a constant flow of traffic.

Like a passage connecting two worlds.

"The central district is just ahead."

Gus spoke.

The Central District is the most financially developed area among the five major metropolitan areas.

Banks, securities firms, investment companies, and countless law firms and accounting firms all gather here.

The car drove off the bridge.

The streets instantly became wide and clean.

The buildings on both sides are tall and dignified, with bright shop windows and exquisite billboards.

Pedestrians hurried along.

Although an anxiety still lingers in the air in the central district.

But it felt like a completely different world from the East Coast district that Eleanor had just passed through.

Chapter 8: Voters Begin to Be Doubt

The car eventually stopped in front of a gray brick building on Fifth Avenue.

Gus got out of the car and opened the door for Eleanor.

“Mr. Hopkins, this is it.”

Eleanor looked up.

The building is inconspicuous, with only a brass sign that looks very old.

The store name is also very ordinary.

Walker Tailor Shop.

It's hard to imagine that this is the club that Lucy described as only frequented by the upper class.

"Please go in, I'll wait for you nearby."

Gus said, "Just come find me after it's over."

Elinor nodded: "Thank you for your help."

After saying that, he walked towards the door of the tailor shop.

I pushed open the door, and the doorbell rang softly.

The store is not large, and the walls are covered with samples of various fabrics.

Behind the counter, a female receptionist looked up.

When she saw Eleanor, her expression was somewhat surprised.

"Hello, sir."

The receptionist glanced at Eleanor's old coat, seemingly casually.

"Is there anything you need?"

"Someone recommended that I get my clothes custom-made."

Eleanor reached into his pocket, ready to take out his business card.

"Excuse me, sir."

The receptionist gave a polite smile.

"We are a membership-only clothing store and do not accept general customers."

"I know."

Eleanor took out her business card and pushed it in front of the receptionist.

"I was referred by one of your members."

"We do not accept verbal referrals."

The receptionist looked down and saw the name on the business card.

"Of course, Ms. Rosef is an exception; she has always been our most valued client!"

The waiter returned the business card with both hands.

Step out from behind the counter and lead the way for Eleanor.

"Sir, please follow me!"

The people of Eleanor were all a bit dumbfounded.

This receptionist's transformation was so smooth!

From beginning to end, not even his expression changed.

Is this what top-level professionalism looks like?

The receptionist led Eleanor through the foyer.

There is a staircase behind the counter.

The two walked uphill, one after the other.

After going up to the second floor.

Eleanor then realized that the space here was much larger than she had imagined.

The entire floor has been opened up.

Several sofas and coffee tables were placed near the window.

Several guests were sitting there chatting.

On the other side of the room, several tailors were taking the measurements of guests.

Eleanor had just appeared.

Several pairs of eyes turned to look in their direction.

After all, in a place like this.

A young man wearing an old overcoat was quite conspicuous.

"Mr. Hopkins."

The receptionist bowed slightly. "Please have a moment. The head tailor will be here shortly."

A waiter approached and led Eleanor to the sofa by the window.

Eleanor sat down.

"Would you like some black tea?" the waiter asked.

"can."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The waiter left, and Eleanor sat on the sofa.

There were people talking around.

Although he tried to lower his voice, Eleanor could still hear him.

"It seems that our President Hoffer really intends to do nothing until the end of his term."

"She should do something."

"All the banks in Huzhou have already shut down. If this run on banks continues, it'll be the Metropolitan area's turn sooner or later!"

Eleanor listened quietly.

The complaints about Hoffer were not limited to the lower classes.

Now that financial panic is spreading, even the once high-ranking elites are starting to criticize the president.

He harbored deep resentment.

As they spoke, their tone grew increasingly dejected.

"If even the banks of the Metropolitan Bank collapse, the Federation will collapse too."

"It still depends on Rosef."

"No matter what, the banking system cannot collapse!"

"I've heard that some radicals have proposed nationalizing the banks?"

"How ridiculous! They're just a bunch of Marxists!"

"Will their next step be to follow the Bolsheviks' example and confiscate private property?"

After saying that, the group of people laughed coldly.

Eleanor could understand their feelings.

After all, these are a group of bankers and big capitalists.

Naturally, there is a deep-seated hatred towards the Burundian party.

Nobody wants to be hung from a streetlight.

However, while I understand, the punishment still has to be meted out.

Meanwhile, their conversation continued.

But then the conversation suddenly took a turn.

"Speaking of which, Rosef hasn't shown her face for two days since her assassination attempt, has she?"

"Could something really have happened?"

"It's unlikely that something bad will happen; I think it's more likely that they're scared."

"Sigh, she's so scared after just one assassination attempt, how can she possibly shoulder the responsibility of the Federation?"