Miss President wants to talk to you

Andrew stood up and turned on the radio in the house.

"Isn't the President trying to regain public confidence with this speech?"

"Let's see how she performs."

“If she doesn’t perform well, then you don’t need to do anything; the people will oppose her on their own.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Fireside Speech to Save the Federation

White House.

The Oval Office has been converted into a broadcasting studio.

The lighting was soft, and the microphone hung quietly in front of the table.

Rosef sat behind her desk, watching the staff around her busy adjusting the equipment.

The host, sitting to the side, offered a final reminder:

"Madam President, the national broadcast is about to begin. You may speak when this red indicator light comes on."

"I see."

Rosef nodded, silently encouraging herself.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the wall beside her.

There hangs an oil painting of Ms. Roseve there, depicting a confident, optimistic woman with eyes full of conviction.

Only such an image can lead the people of the entire Federation out of disaster.

Although to others, Rosemary is the president in the painting.

But Rosef herself knew that she was not herself.

"Mom, please bless me!"

Rosef silently recited the mantra, clenching her small fists on her knees.

If this speech fails to ignite public confidence, then subsequent economic reform policies will be impossible to implement.

"Don't be nervous."

Suddenly someone whispered beside me.

Rosef turned around and saw Eleanor squatting beside her, ostensibly checking the equipment, but actually talking to her.

Yes.

Rosef thought to herself, "Eleanor can sense my emotions, so she can understand the pressure I'm under right now."

"Aren't you worried?" Rosef asked softly.

Was the project involving the broadcast speech entirely handled by Eleanor?

If anything goes wrong, he will have to take full responsibility.

But why do I feel like he doesn't seem to be under any pressure at all?

"Because I believe in you."

Eleanor said, "Just like in your previous inaugural speech, you are a natural performer, and you never falter when it matters."

really?

Rosef never expected Eleanor to have such a high opinion of her.

"Really?"

"real!"

Eleanor smiled. "After the broadcast ends, let's go get something good to eat. What would you like to order?"

"Hmm..." Rosef thought for a moment, "Would chocolate cake be alright?"

Mom doesn't like chocolate, but Rosef does.

In order to play the role of a good mother, she hadn't eaten for several days.

"Of course, I promise I won't let Ms. Louise find out."

Eleanor patted his chest and assured him.

"That"

Upon hearing that she could avoid being discovered by Ms. Louise, Rosef's eyes lit up, and she was about to ask for more.

Just then, the host spoke.

"Madam President, please prepare."

"Oh, good!"

Rosef quickly sat up straight and looked at the indicator light in front of her.

The host began the countdown.

Rosef took one last look at the oil painting of her mother on the wall and saw that smile full of conviction.

Elinor lowered her head and gave her a thumbs up.

"I can do it!" Rosef told herself.

"three,"

"two,"

"one!"

The red indicator light comes on.

Rosef held her prepared remarks and began to speak slowly:

"Friends, I need to take a few minutes to talk to the people of the Federation about the banking industry..."

……

The radio broadcasts, later known as fireside chats, began at this moment.

Rosef's gentle voice traveled through the radio waves to every corner of the Norton Federation.

"...First, I want to point out a simple fact: when you deposit money in a bank, the bank doesn't just lock it in a vault and call it a day..."

In a crowded apartment in Los Angeles.

An ordinary worker is sitting at a table next to a radio.

He originally just wanted to hear the president's voice and didn't think he could understand anything.

After all, the language of politicians and elites has always been aloof, obscure, and difficult to understand.

I never intended for them, these workers, to understand.

But this time, it was completely different.

"So a bank isn't just a giant safe?"

His wife looked up; even she understood.

"Then where did our money go?"

"Shh!"

The worker gestured to his wife to be quiet, then pointed to the radio.

The president will give them an answer.

……

"Banks invest through various credit methods, such as buying government bonds and making mortgage loans."

"In other words, banks make your money work so that society as a whole can function..."

The president spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice flowing gently.

In Chicago, a grocery store owner is listening to this.

"Making our money work?"

He recalled that he had indeed taken out a loan from the bank when he opened his shop.

So this is how everything works?

……

"...But what has happened in the past month? Due to a decline in public confidence, many people have rushed into banks..."

In a metropolis, a middle-class family sits together, listening to these words.

The family's father, a banker, couldn't help but sigh as he recalled the nightmarish experiences of the past month.

"Finally, someone can explain everything clearly to the public."

The father rubbed his eyes and said, "People always think we stole their money. Our manager even received death threats."

……

"It was around that time that I issued a notice ordering banks nationwide to close and took a series of actions..."

Inside her White House office, Rosemary read from her prepared statement.

The text above is very plain, without any fancy words or phrases.

He was simply using the simplest language to explain to people what had happened and what he had done.

For some reason, Rosef suddenly thought of her childhood.

At that time, her mother squatted down in front of her and explained in the simplest terms why it rains.

"Because the clouds are watering the earth, so that your favorite strawberries can grow."

My mother was already a state legislator at the time, but she still explained things to me in the most childlike tone.

That way she can understand.