Miss President wants to talk to you

"How can I become rich?" he asked himself.

The text then undergoes a change:

[Estimated thinking time for problem analysis: 1 minute.]

That's pretty fast.

Eleanor waited in line.

During this time, he noticed a woman leading two children hurriedly by. The two children were each wearing only one shoe, and they appeared to be wearing the same pair.

Ugh.

He sighed inwardly.

In the face of the calamities of the times, everyone could only struggle to survive.

One minute has passed.

After the systems thinking ended, new text appeared before my eyes.

Option 1: Rape National Bank entered bankruptcy liquidation yesterday, and its vault still holds approximately $500,000 in cash reserves.

[Option Two: Local tycoon Arthur Blackwell's residence is located at 124 Park Avenue. Approximately $3 in cash and jewelry of equivalent value are found hidden in his bedroom.]

Option 3: ...

“Stop,” Eleanor interrupted.

This system is terrible! It's so restrictive! The suggestions it gives are so bad they make it hard to leave prison.

But Eleanor didn't want her life to be so unpredictable.

He rearranged his language:

"What I mean is, how can I legally become a billionaire in a short period of time?"

[Problem analysis is underway; estimated timeframe: 10 years.]

Eleanor: "..."

10 years.

Once he starves to death, the answer will probably be able to be calculated.

Eleanor rephrased the question in a more practical way:

"Let's not talk about the future. Right now, I need to survive. Where can I find a job?"

[Estimated thinking time for problem analysis: 1 minute.]

Eleanor waited again.

He moved a few steps forward with the relief soup procession, the aroma of cabbage soup wafting through the air.

A minute passed quickly.

Option 1: Johnson's Grocery Store on South Street in the East District is hiring temporary movers. The hourly wage is 20 cents. The job involves unloading goods for 3 hours.

[Option Two: The recycling station in the alley behind the Metropolitan Tribune building buys old newspapers for 3 cents per pound.]

Option 3: A construction site at the intersection of Michigan Avenue and Fourth Street needs workers to clear rubble. No experience required. Daily wage is $1.50.

Option Four: ...

This time, the answer seems much more reliable.

After a moment's thought, Eleanor chose option three.

This is the highest-earning option among the several plans.

A daily wage of 1.5 yuan is not a small amount of money in this era.

In the 1933 federal government, currency was directly pegged to gold.

One yuan is equivalent to 1.5 grams of gold!

It's just moving bricks, he can do it.

It is not too late.

After finishing the relief soup he received, Eleanor went to the construction site in high spirits.

I was lucky; they were just in time to recruit the last one.

He worked from morning till night. Although he was very tired, Eleanor's physical strength was not bad, and he could still hold on.

Because it was repetitive physical labor, Eleanor was also constantly studying his cheat code while working.

How can I achieve immortality?

"Can I travel back in time?"

How can I reach the pinnacle of spellcasting?

These questions may seem tricky, but the system did not refuse to answer them; it simply kept thinking about them.

How to achieve immortality? A question that has been pondered for 300 years.

Is it possible to travel back home? (Contemplation time: 120 years)

How to reach the top? A thought process that took 15 months.

Ok……

Eleanor had no choice but to give up on these issues.

This is not something we can consider right now.

After a hard day's work, Eleanor felt like she had lost a layer of skin.

But when I received my salary, all the hard work felt worthwhile.

At current prices, a loaf of bread costs 5 cents and a bowl of stewed bean soup costs 10 cents.

Cheap hostels with shared rooms cost 25 cents a night.

1.5 yuan is more than enough to live on for two or three days.

Eleanor first found a place to fill her stomach.

Even while eating, he kept thinking about his future direction.

Today's work is just a temporary measure; I can't work a day job forever.

But as for what I can do...

In his previous life, Eleanor had an ordinary undergraduate degree in economics and took the civil service exam in a small town after graduation.

It seems like I don't have any particularly outstanding skills.

Thinking of this, he asked the system in his mind.

"If I were to tailor my career path to my own needs, what would be the best direction for development?"

[Estimated time for problem analysis: 10 hours.]

10 hours?

It's not a short time, but it's still better than the previous 10 years or so.

Eleanor decided to find a place to sleep first.

By the time I woke up, my thoughts were mostly clear.

He arrived at a hotel and paid 25 cents for the room.

After that, I found a spot against the wall on the communal bed and fell asleep immediately.

The next morning, Eleanor was awakened by the sound of car horns on the street.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up. Most of the other people on the communal bed had already left, leaving only an old man snoring in the corner.

[Remaining time for problem analysis: 1 hour.]

The systematic thinking is not over yet.

Eleanor stretched and was about to go to the public pool to wash her face.

Just then, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

Then, the door was pushed open.

Two men in dark suits appeared at the door.

He was burly with broad shoulders, giving off an unapproachable vibe.

Their gaze lingered for a moment between Eleanor and the sleeping old man.

In the end, I chose Eleanor.

"Mr. Eleanor Hopkins?"

The man on the left spoke up, and his tone was quite polite.

"it's me."

Eleanor stood up, puzzled.

What is this for?

“Please come with us,” said the man on the right.

“Who are you? Can I ask what you want with me?” Eleanor asked.

He found it hard to understand why someone like that would contact him.

The original owner had no debts, no tax evasion, and had never sold bootlegging.

There's absolutely no way I could have any interaction with these people.

"Please believe us, Mr. Hopkins, we are not bad people, we are just drivers."

The man on the left said, "As for why I invited you, you'll find out when you get there."

Eleanor, of course, did not want to go with them.

But even if you don't want to, there's nothing you can do to resist.