Miss President wants to talk to you

When they saw this trailer, both federal elites and ordinary citizens were completely baffled.

Speaking out for the president?

Isn't that the White House press secretary?

Is there anything special about it that requires a special program?

Moreover, Ellino Hopkins?

I've never heard of this name before.

Who do you think you are? You dare to speak for the president?

In an instant, the curiosity of the entire Federation was ignited.

Is it "Ask the Federal"?

I definitely need to check it out on Wednesday!

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Where Did That Money Go?! (Please read on Tuesday!)

For a time, the name Elino Hopkins became a hot topic of discussion among the federal public.

Who is he?

What does it mean to speak on behalf of the president?

While the general public was unfamiliar with him, people in the media quickly learned of Eleanor's identity.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Hearst Tower.

"The president's special assistant?"

William Hearst looked at the documents in his hand and shook his head.

"Turns out he was just a nobody."

This media czar, who started with yellow journalism and now controls more than thirty newspapers, casually tossed Eleanor's file onto the table.

"What 'Ask the Government'? It's probably just a way for the president to promote his policies. I was even a little worried about it."

Hearst chuckled self-deprecatingly, realizing he had been overthinking things.

It's no wonder he was worried.

This newspaper tycoon's position is indeed somewhat complicated.

Hearst helped Rosef in last year's election, contributing to her campaign.

In return, Rosef promised to give her friend John Garner the position of vice president.

The two had maintained a relatively close working relationship up to this point.

However, after Roseve came to power this year, a series of new policies and bills were enacted that were completely contrary to Hearst's interests, which made him very disgusted.

Coupled with her fireside speeches and broadcasts, Roseve demonstrated an unparalleled ability to mobilize the masses.

This terrified Hearst even more.

Controlling the masses, manipulating public opinion, and turning right and wrong upside down—this is the power he wields as a media mogul.

How could Rosef usurp his power!

Therefore, when Eleanor's "The Federalist" was promoted, Hearst felt a great sense of crisis.

However, it now seems that I overreacted.

However, after Hearst made this comment, the secretary showed a hesitant expression.

"Boss, I don't think this Hopkins guy is as simple as I thought."

He said, "According to White House intelligence sources, Rosène Rose's fireside talk was planned and executed entirely by this Hopkins; he's very good at manipulating public opinion."

"So what?"

Hearst sneered, "Being able to plan a fireside speech only shows that he has good administrative skills, but doing journalism is different from a presidential speech."

"To make news, you need sensational stories, headlines, and the ability to stir up conflict and emotions among the public!"

"If he could understand this, he would never have given his show such a terrible name as 'The Federation of Political Inquiry'!"

The secretary had no rebuttal.

After all, putting aside Hearst's professional ethics, he is indeed the most adept person in the entire Federation at manipulating emotions.

"So we'll just leave him be?" the secretary finally confirmed.

"Ignore him."

Hearst shook his head. "I have a date on Wednesday. I don't have time to listen to a man talk."

He recently met a new mistress, whose tender affections captivated Hearst.

Even now, thinking about it, Hearst feels a little hot.

As for Eleanor?

To hell with him!

……

Wednesday, 7:50 p.m.

In the W-PBR broadcasting studio, Eleanor sat in front of the microphone.

Sitting opposite him was Herbert Lyman, the governor of the Imperial State.

This politician, known for his seriousness, even sits upright when participating in radio programs.

"Mr. Lyman."

Eleanor said, "Our show is about to start, and the format may be unlike any other show we've ever had. Are you mentally prepared?"

Lyman chuckled to himself; he had been in politics for so many years, he had seen it all.

It's just a radio program, do I really need to be mentally prepared?

However, this person in front of him was, after all, a favorite of the president, and he could not treat him casually.

"Bring it on."

He flashed his signature smile and said, "It is an honor for me to participate in a radio program that the president values."

"Okay, let's get ready to begin."

Soon, it was exactly eight o'clock.

The red indicator light is on.

Eleanor leaned closer to the microphone and slowly began to speak.

Good evening, Norton Federation.

“I am Elinor Hopkins.”

"This is the Federal Government of Inquiry."

……

Thanks to extensive government-backed publicity, Eleanor's show has long been a focus of attention for the federal public.

Metropolitan Area, Lower East Side.

In a low-rent apartment, a dozen people huddled around the landlord's only radio, listening to Eleanor's self-introduction.

In the Brook district, at a dockworkers' bar.

Someone moved their stool forward a bit so they could hear it more clearly.

In the dormitory of female workers at a meat processing plant in Chicago.

The female workers sat around the upper bunk, passing the time with a radio.

Inside a Black-owned barbershop on Central Avenue in Los Angeles.

The customer closed his eyes, enjoying a shave while listening to the opening of the program.

Washington, D.C., the Oval Office of the White House.

Rosef sat at her desk, her hands supporting her chin, her eyes full of anticipation.

The radio on the table was playing Eleanor's voice.

"Before tonight's program begins, I'd like to read a letter to everyone."

He did not elaborate on his identity because it was unnecessary.

The content of the program is the key.

Eleanor picked up the letter in front of her.

"This letter comes from Erie County, Empire State, and the sender is a public school teacher."

Her name was Margaret Donnelly.

"This letter was sent to President Rosef. After reading it, the president handed it to me with tears in his eyes."

Rosef was taken aback.

What letter?

Is that true?

Eleanor began to read the letter in a very calm tone:

"Your Excellency, Madam President: I am an elementary school teacher, teaching second grade at the Third Public School in Erie County."

"I haven't received my salary for seventeen months."

In the bar, someone put down their glass.

Holy crap!