Miss President wants to talk to you

"Don't make jokes like that again."

Smith was somewhat displeased with Farley's unrestrained speech.

In his view, this rising star of the Democratic Party is good in every way, except that he is too fond of studying elections.

Some even resort to unscrupulous means.

Marry a Black man? How can someone say something like that?

It's important to understand that their Democratic base is in the Southern plantation states, which are the most conservative regions in the federal government.

Supporting apartheid and slavery was the consensus among their voters.

If Farley's remarks were to be publicized, they would definitely cause a huge uproar within the party.

On the other hand, Farley also dismissed Smith's accusations.

In his view, the Black community within the federal government has long since become a force to be reckoned with.

Unfortunately, these Black people tend to vote only for the Republican Party.

The reason is simple: the Republican Party is Lincoln's party.

For Farley, if marrying a Black woman could get Black people to vote for him, he wouldn't hesitate for a second.

Smith probably understood Farley's personality, and after saying one thing, he didn't remind him again.

Instead, the topic was brought back to Rosef.

"No matter what, she shouldn't have mentioned the Federation directly."

Smith sighed, "I'm worried that Rosef will be held hostage by her own words."

"Probably not."

Farley thought for a moment and said, "Rossf has been in politics for many years. She's not a child. She knows which promises are true and which are just empty words."

"Even if she really wants to reform, she wouldn't target our party, would she?"

Unless there are enough benefits... Farley silently added to himself.

"I hope not."

Smith picked up the newspaper again and read it carefully once more.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"But I have to say, after she said those words, many people will definitely have trouble sleeping."

……

Metropolitan, Wall Street, a small conference room.

boom!

A fist slammed heavily on the conference table.

"What exactly did Rosef mean by those words?!"

One of them roared.

He was probably in his thirties, and his handsome face was somewhat distorted at this moment.

Richard Morgan.

The recognized third-generation leader of the Morgan Group.

Although he has not yet taken over the reins, everyone already believes that he has a bright future.

At this moment, the future leader's voice was filled with anger.

"Why didn't she come to see us? Why did she go to see those depositors in her first public appearance after the assassination?"

"And what did you mean by not being afraid?"

"Does she even know what she's doing?!"

"Calm down, Richard!"

Someone nearby offered some advice.

Richard, however, was completely unable to calm down.

To him, Rosef's behavior today seemed to be sending out some kind of danger signal.

Why only express a stance to depositors?

Why not make a statement to the market?

Does this represent some kind of inclination of Rosef herself?

Richard became increasingly uneasy the more he thought about it.

This concern is not unfounded, given that these Wall Street financiers have long tended to support the Republican Party.

In the previous election between Alsmith and Hoffer, they also did a lot of work for Hoffer.

At the time, everyone had high hopes that the Roaring Twenties could continue.

As a result, the Great Depression arrived.

Now that Roseve is in power, will she consider these bankers to be her opponents?

Nobody wants to support her reforms?

Injustice!

We can talk! We can support reform!

Yes, when you, Rosemary, were running for office, we on Wall Street certainly didn't support you.

But we didn't object to you!

Are you sure you want to make an example of us?

Richard was thinking just that at that moment.

What he found even more unacceptable was that, since Rosef made that statement, bank statistics showed that fewer people were withdrawing money.

What Wall Street had struggled to achieve for so long, this woman accomplished with just one sentence.

What does this mean?

Richard found it increasingly terrifying the more he thought about it.

Is the direction of the Federation really about to change?

……

Meanwhile, at the Rosef family manor.

"What to do, what to do, what to do?"

The white hamster sat in a wheelchair, emitting a desperate cry.

Eleanor sat beside him, expressionless.

"What's wrong now?"

"newspaper!"

Rosef held up the newspaper, her voice trembling.

"They published everything I said!"

“That’s a good thing!” Eleanor said. “Now everyone will know what you said.”

"Not good at all!"

Rosef clutched her head. "If this continues, and I fail to accomplish these things, I'll completely ruin Mom's image!"

"Then try your best to do it."

Eleanor had lost count of how many times she had said this.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Lucy opened the door and walked in, her expression somewhat strange.

"Miss."

"Ok?"

"Ms. Louise is back."

"Huh?!"

As soon as Lucy uttered those words, Elinor clearly saw that Rosef had fallen into an indescribable state.

Like a chick caught in the eye of an eagle, it dared not move an inch.

Louise Hayvey.

Rosef is the creator of the political image and the mastermind behind the stand-in project.

She has come back?

Eleanor soon found the woman in the study.

Contrary to her imagined terrifying appearance, Louise was very thin, with a pale face that had been devoid of color for a long time.

But when Rosef saw her, she was trembling with fear.

It was as if I had encountered the most terrifying being in the world.

Seeing this, Louise couldn't help but sigh: "Miss Rosef, you're still so afraid of me."

"No, I'm not afraid!"

Rosef said stiffly, "I just have more respect for you, Professor Louise."

Louise smiled weakly, completely disbelieving what she was saying.

She looked up at Eleanor.

"You must be Eleanor? I know you, Miss's soulmate."