Miss President wants to talk to you

……

Two days later, on the outskirts of Washington, D.C.

The first batch of veterans has arrived.

They were dressed in worn-out military uniforms and carried simple luggage.

Without any formation, they naturally gathered together and set up tents.

A makeshift campsite was formed.

Outside the camp, Norton Bureau agents were already in position, monitoring the scene to prevent any accidents.

In addition, reporters from more than a dozen newspapers were staking out the area, hoping to capture some news.

A black sedan drove up from a distance.

Edgar looked out the car window: "The Washington Post, the Metropolitan Times, the Chicago Tribune, the Federalist Daily... wow, quite a few have come!"

"The Federalist Daily?"

Upon hearing the name, Eleanor, who was sitting next to him, suddenly asked, "Is it the Hearst Corporation's *The Commonwealth Daily*?"

"Yes, it's Hearst, the king of yellow news. The Commonwealth has always loved this kind of social unrest."

Edgar asked, "Why do you care about him?"

There's no particular reason.

Eleanor recalled that ever since "The Federalist" aired, Hearst's newspapers had been fiercely criticizing the show.

They say he is inciting populism and helping the president infringe on states' rights.

Although Eleanor couldn't understand how helping others recover their wages could be considered inciting populism.

But he remembered the name Hearst.

Soon, they arrived at the veterans' camp.

Edgar arrived first and, after checking that there were no potential hazards in the surrounding area, allowed Eleanor to get out of the car.

"Mr. Hopkins, are you sure you didn't bring anything with you?"

Edgar was still somewhat uneasy.

“Miss Hoffer, I’ll say it again, these people are veterans, not dangerous individuals.”

Eleanor said, "But if you continue to treat them as dangerous individuals, they can actually become dangerous."

He said no more and headed towards the camp.

Edgar sighed and quickly followed.

In her view, this Mr. Hopkins simply hadn't experienced the horrors of reality.

These veterans were suppressed last year, and their hearts are filled with grievances and resentment.

How could I possibly communicate with you calmly?

Ugh!

Edgar felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

Ms. Louise has really given herself the most troublesome task ever!

As the two walked forward, the surrounding reporters, sensing the news, kept flashing their cameras.

"These people must have been arranged in advance."

Edgar's tone held a hint of displeasure. "They want to film you confronting the veterans, or even being kicked out of the camp."

"That's a pity."

"They can't get the footage they want," Eleanor said.

Are you that confident?

Edgar was speechless.

It seems that these veterans really need to teach this young man a lesson so that he can understand the harshness of the world.

It is impossible to govern this country well based solely on beautiful fantasies about human nature!

Sometimes, you have to resort to drastic measures!

With that thought in mind, Edgar quickly caught up with Eleanor and walked alongside him.

Soon, we arrived at the campsite.

At the camp entrance, several veterans who were packing up tent ropes looked up.

"Who goes there?!"

“My name is Elino Hopkins, and I am here on behalf of the president.”

Eleanor glanced at the faces of those people and silently said to himself.

"System, help me collect information on these people, mainly their performance in the World Wars."

[Intelligence gathering in progress]

[Estimated thinking time: 3 minutes]

Three minutes?

Eleanor said, "I'd like to meet with your manager here. Could someone introduce me?"

"Presidential representative?"

One veteran, half-believing, half-doubting, said, "Eleanor Hopkins, that name sounds familiar?"

Someone recognized her: "Are you the host of that radio program? You're so young!"

The other veterans, after being reminded, also realized what was happening.

"A radio program? You mean 'The Federal Government'?"

"The president sent you?"

"Does what you say actually have any effect?"

They were all talking at once, and there was no point in their conversation.

Eleanor had no choice but to interrupt: "I am indeed the host of 'Ask the Government,' and I'm here on behalf of the president to help you solve this problem! Could you introduce me to your person in charge?"

The veterans exchanged glances.

"Please wait a moment!"

Then, one of them ran deeper into the camp.

Eleanor was left standing there, while the other veterans sized him up.

After Eleanor revealed his identity, the hostility in their eyes subsided considerably, leaving only curiosity.

Throughout the entire process, Edgar was on edge.

She was in charge of Eleanor's security and dared not slack off in the slightest.

But Eleanor's attitude was very casual. He wandered around the camp entrance, looking here and there, as if he was killing time.

But suddenly, as if remembering something, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with the veterans.

"Your name is Tom Hagen, right?"

The veteran whose name was called was clearly stunned.

Several of his companions nearby also turned to look.

"You...you know my name?" Hagen asked incredulously.

I'm just a nobody, so why would someone close to the president know my name?

"Of course, the Federation remembers everyone who has served the country."

Elinor laughed and continued, "In 1918, you served in the 308th Regiment of the 77th Infantry Division as a communications soldier and participated in the Battle of Meuts-Argun, right?"

"No, that's right!"

Hagen's voice became excited.

Absolutely perfect! Absolutely perfect!

"During the battle, your squad's communications were cut off by artillery fire. You carried the cable through a hail of bullets to restore communications for the company."

Eleanor slapped Hagen hard on the shoulder. "Well done, soldier!"

"me……"

Hagen was speechless.

He suddenly burst into tears, never expecting that anyone would know about his insignificant achievements!

The other soldiers were equally dumbfounded.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "How...how do you know all this?"

Eleanor turned to look at him: "James Cole, 5th Marine Regiment, you carried two wounded comrades back during the Battle of Bello Forest, didn't you?"

Cole opened his mouth, and tears instantly streamed down his face.

He remembered himself...

The Federation still remembers itself!

Eleanor didn't pause, looking around at the veterans one by one.

“William Carter, 301st Transport Company…”

"Henry Xavier, 9th Regiment, 2nd Infantry Division..."

"Benjamin Crawford, 107th Infantry Regiment..."

Eleanor recounted their past achievements and accomplishments without trying to evoke emotion, yet everyone present was moved to tears.