Miss President wants to talk to you

The sound of weeping filled the entire camp entrance.

On the periphery, the reporters who were waiting for big news were completely dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

They only saw the president's special envoy say a few words to everyone, and as soon as he finished speaking, the person burst into tears.

Did you threaten their parents or wife?

The reporters simply couldn't understand it.

In fact, not only these reporters, but also Edgar, who was closest to Eleanor, was completely bewildered.

Why?!

Why is Eleanor able to clearly recite everyone's name and resume?

Isn't this the first time we've all met?

"Mr. Hopkins, please have a seat!"

Someone brought a chair, crying, and asked Eleanor to sit down.

"Don't do that."

Eleanor refused firmly, "You are all heroes of the Federation, and you are all still standing while I sit down. What kind of talk is that?"

"I won't sit! I'll stand with you!"

These words struck a chord with the veterans.

Some people instinctively straightened their backs.

Someone raised their hand to wipe away tears, but the more they wiped, the more tears flowed.

Some people even came forward, weeping, and gave Eleanor a big hug.

Edgar stood to the side, feeling his brain was overloaded.

She doesn't understand.

How did all of this happen?

Within minutes, Eleanor had instantly blended into the group.

All the veterans considered him one of them.

Only God could do something like that!

And just then

A voice came from behind the crowd.

"Make way."

A middle-aged man parted the crowd and approached Eleanor.

His temples were gray, and he wore several old medals on his chest.

Walter Waters.

He was the leader of the Veterans Mutual Aid Association and the one who organized these two relief expeditions. He enjoyed extremely high prestige among veterans.

At this moment, Walter looked at the weeping crowd around him and felt utterly bewildered.

"Can anyone tell me what happened here?"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: I'll Help You

"Sergeant Waters!"

Veteran Hagen was the first to rush forward, his face still streaked with tears.

"This is the president's representative, Mr. Elinor Hopkins. He is someone who truly cares about us!"

"Yes, Sergeant, he remembers every single one of our experiences!"

"He said he was there to help us solve the problem, and I think we can trust him!"

Waters listened to the veterans' self-congratulatory accounts but still couldn't figure out what had happened.

But one thing is beyond doubt.

This guy named Eleanor is definitely not simple.

It's remarkable that he was able to get these veterans to start speaking well of him in such a short time.

"Mr. Hopkins, is that right?"

Waters said, “Since you are the president’s representative, please come with me and let’s talk inside the tent.”

He turned and led the way.

Eleanor followed him toward the camp's command tent.

At this moment, Edgar finally found an opportunity. She quickly moved closer to Elinor and, without waiting for a moment, whispered:

How did you do that?

"what?"

“Tell me the names and stories of those veterans.”

Edgar was insanely curious: how could Eleanor recognize someone just by meeting them and even recount their past achievements and honors?

That's practically omniscience, isn't it?

"What's so difficult about that?"

Eleanor looked puzzled. "The first batch of veterans only numbered three thousand. Each person's information is publicly available and can be easily found."

Edgar was speechless for a moment.

She knew, of course, that this information was public, but she couldn't look it up just now.

unless

"You memorized all the information on those three thousand people?!"

Edgar almost blurted it out.

She instinctively felt it was impossible; it had only been a few days, how could Eleanor memorize the information of three thousand people?

However, Edgar couldn't think of any other explanation in a short time.

"Don't make such a fuss."

Eleanor said without batting an eye, "How can you serve the president and the people if you can't do this? It's just a trivial skill."

"I……"

Edgar looked at Eleanor as if he were a monster.

A trivial skill?

How many people in the entire Federation could do something like this?

No wonder.

You, Eleanor Hopkins, are so young, yet you manage to win the favor of both Rosef and Louise.

Feelings are real!

The command tent arrived quickly.

The interior was so sparsely furnished that it was shabby, with only a few stools and a cot, and not even a table.

Waters lifted the curtain and invited Eleanor and Edgar inside.

The three sat down inside the tent.

Outside the tent, a circle of veterans surrounded them, and their conversations could be heard clearly from the outside.

Eleanor was not surprised by this.

Ultimately, this expeditionary force was merely a temporary group formed out of shared interests, lacking strict discipline.

Waters can at most keep these people from breaking the law and committing crimes; it's difficult for him to make any higher demands.

However, this is also a good thing.

If these 20,000 expeditionary troops could truly be disciplined and have an absolute command core.

Their coming to Washington is no different from a rebellion.

“Mr. Hopkins, I don’t like beating around the bush.”

Waters spoke first, "Since you are the president's representative, you must be very clear about our demands, right?"

Eleanor nodded: "Providing the subsidies in advance, right?"

This demand is not actually excessive.

After the end of the World War, the government promised to give each of these veterans a retirement allowance.

The calculation at the time was: 1 yuan per day for domestic service and 1.5 yuan per day for overseas service.

On average, each veteran will receive a subsidy of about 1000 yuan.

The federal government mobilized a total of 480 million soldiers to participate in the war, and the total subsidies amounted to an astronomical figure of nearly 50 billion.

But the federal government still agreed.

However, the federal government at the time played a trick. They agreed to issue the subsidy, but stipulated that the money would not be issued until 1945.

The government at the time was optimistic, thinking that the federal economy was booming and that in thirty years it would be flying high.

By then, a mere 5 billion will be nothing more than a hair on a cow's back.

It's nothing to worry about!

No one expected the outcome.

In 1929, the Great Depression arrived.