Miss President wants to talk to you

Am I doing the same thing right now?

She became a mother, and all the people of the Federation were her children.

I'm explaining to them in a language they can understand what happened and what we should do next.

Through the manuscript, Rosef saw more than just words.

Instead, they were helpless faces looking at themselves.

They are bricklayers at work, girls standing behind counters, men repairing cars, and farmers in the fields...

They were all saying to themselves, "What should we do?"

What should I do?

This is a question that only you can answer.

Rosef leaned forward slightly, facing the quiet microphone as if she were talking to an old friend sitting across from her.

"Starting tomorrow, Monday, banks in the 12 cities where the Federal Reserve Banks are located will resume operations!"

"After that, other cities will also gradually open banks that have been verified and proven to be reliable!"

"Everyone can withdraw their money without any hindrance!"

"If the bank where you deposit your money fails the review, the government will cover the loss of up to 2500 yuan of your deposit!"

Meanwhile, Finance Minister Woodin's heart was bleeding.

We finally managed to cut government spending, and now we have to spend it all.

2500 yuan is a very high price from any perspective.

An average family might not even have 500 yuan in savings, and a middle-class family might only have 2000 yuan.

The president's promise protected nearly 80% of families in the federal government!

Then

What will be the cost?

……

Bang!

Wall Street, Morgan Stanley offices.

Richard Morgan slammed the teacup in his hand down, his whole body like a hyena that had gone out of control, his eyes bloodshot.

"Why, why!"

He was truly unwilling to accept this!

Why did Rosef choose this strategy?

Why should the government compensate depositors instead of providing relief to banks when it clearly has the funds?

Richard received numerous colleagues during these few days.

They looked distressed, saying their bank had failed the review and had to close.

They might even sell assets to compensate depositors!

“Those government auditors said we had too many bad debts and too many risky investments, and that we were no longer worthy of depositors’ trust.”

The colleague's voice was filled with despair, "But Mr. Morgan, you know that all banks are like this, we were just the ones who were caught!"

"If we hadn't done this, where would the Roaring Twenties have come from?"

"It is our banks, not the depositors, that support the prosperity of the federal government!"

Morgan strongly agreed with this view.

But Rosef clearly doesn't think so.

She doesn't intend to make things difficult for depositors; instead, she plans to target their banks.

"Rosef, you forced me to do this..."

Morgan knew he was in a dilemma; if Rosef continued to run, the Morgan Group might be broken up!

You, Rosef, are the good guy, and we, the bank, are the price to pay?

Delusion!

Action must be taken!

He tried to suppress his emotions and thought of the envoys he had sent out.

"I wonder how Rogers' mission went."

……

Unlike Richard Morgan's mood.

Ordinary people across the Federation were in a state of unprecedented shock.

"Can I withdraw money freely after the bank opens?"

"The government is willing to cover our losses?!"

"Unheard of! Is this still the Norton Federation I know?"

"We've elected a real president!"

Fuck Hoffer!

The public felt an unprecedented sense of protection as they listened to the president's speech.

The president then continued:

"Under these circumstances, the cash hoarding that occurred over the past week has become very inappropriate."

"I hope everyone can regain their trust in the federal government and the banks."

"Your money will be extremely safe in the rectified banks!"

"Everyone can deposit their money with peace of mind to prevent a repeat of the previous panic in society!"

This is President Roseve's appeal to the public after making a series of actions and assurances.

Trust the bank and deposit your money in.

The people exchanged glances.

Should we trust the government?

If it were the previous Hoffer administration, they wouldn't have even considered this idea.

But now it's Rosef.

Maybe

Is she someone we can trust?

……

"Let us unite and drive away fear."

Rosef concluded, "This is your problem, and it's my problem too. We must stand together; we cannot fail!"

After saying this, she seemed to slump and lay back in the chair.

The entire office erupted in applause.

I did it...

Rosef felt a little like crying. Although she didn't know how it would turn out, she had done it.

She couldn't help but look at her mother's oil painting.

The person in the painting still has that same face.

But at that very moment, Rosef suddenly had a strange feeling.

That face began to overlap with his own.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Channels for Speaking Out for the President

At the end of the corridor, hurried footsteps suddenly came.

The door was pushed open, and Ms. Louise stood in the doorway.

Her face was covered in tears, but she tried her best to keep a straight face.

“Madam President!” Her voice trembled. “The switchboard has been ringing off the hook.”

what! ?

Rosef immediately sat up straight, as if she had made a terrible mistake.

"Is this...is this a complaint?"

"No!"

Louise took out her handkerchief and wiped away her tears.

She wanted to regain her former capable and efficient demeanor, but she failed.

"We've come to express our gratitude, to express our gratitude from all over the country!"

With tears welling in her eyes, she looked at the young president before her and said softly:

"They said that after so many years, finally there is a president who is willing to stand on their side."

So he was praising himself!

Miss Rosef felt like she was back in action!

Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink.

But in countless brightly lit rooms across the country, people lingered around their radios, reluctant to leave.

An elderly person kept flipping through the passbook in their hand.