Miss President wants to talk to you

Waters said coldly, "If you're thinking of using Prohibition to set us up, you're mistaken."

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood."

Finally, they got to the point, and Eleanor relaxed.

"You've probably heard recently that the president passed a bill in Congress to adjust the prohibition law."

"This is just the beginning. We will go further and eventually abolish the entire Prohibition order."

"By then, a huge liquor market will emerge within the Federation, and countless wineries will be established."

"They need a large number of employees who have received basic education and are able to follow instructions and be managed."

"If you're willing, the president is willing to negotiate with the brewery to give them priority in recruiting veterans. What do you think?"

winery?

This seemed to open the door to a new world for Watson.

hiss

Don't tell.

You really shouldn't believe it!

If the prohibition order could be repealed, it would disrupt the entire chain of production, manufacturing, and sales, from upstream to downstream.

A huge number of jobs will be created!

These veterans, in their thirties and forties, have received skills training and basic education within the military and know how to obey orders.

The two are a match made in heaven!

but……

Waters hesitated.

The Prohibition Society provided significant support for their expedition.

If they agree to the president's compensation terms, wouldn't they become the most loyal supporters of repealing Prohibition?

What will the Prohibition Association think?

This is betrayal!

However, this offer is indeed very favorable, showing that the president is genuinely considering the needs of veterans.

There was simply no reason to refuse.

What should I do……

Waters racked his brains and actually came up with a loophole!

"wrong!"

He suddenly said, "Hopkins, even if everything you just said is true, and there will be a lot of wineries being built, a lot of employees will be needed."

"But are you sure the president will give us all these jobs?"

"With so many unemployed people in society, would they agree to such blatant unfairness?"

so close!

Waters breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost been led astray.

Eleanor Hopkins, that guy is really malicious!

Waters thought to himself that if he had really acted impulsively and agreed, it would have been a huge disaster.

This news cannot be kept secret; the public, especially the unemployed, will soon find out.

Once they learn that veterans have taken away millions of jobs, their initial sympathy will immediately turn into hostility, or even hatred!

Fortunately, I was perceptive and discovered Eleanor's conspiracy.

Otherwise, veterans will become the enemy of the entire nation!

However, Elinor sighed upon hearing Waters' question.

"Of course they'll agree, because only you two can do this job."

He asked, "Mr. Waters, do you know who controls the federal bootlegging business right now?"

This is not a secret.

Waters quickly replied, "The mafia, of course..."

Waters was stunned as soon as he said it.

Yes.

Gangs, gangs!

For the past decade or so, the bootlegging market has been firmly controlled by gangs.

The purple gang of Detroit, Capone of Chicago...

They made tens of millions from bootlegging!

Now that the distillery is reopening, the gang won't just obediently back down.

They will stop at nothing.

They dispatched thugs, blocked trucks on the transport route, and poured gasoline at the warehouse entrance, all to protect their own interests.

There are just too many methods!

Ordinary workers simply cannot withstand this pressure!

but!

The public can't take it anymore.

They are veterans, but they can withstand it!

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Being President is Actually Pretty Easy!

"You have made indelible contributions to the Federation."

Eleanor stood up and spoke to the veterans outside the tent.

"Now, the Federation needs your strength once again to support the nascent brewing industry. Are you willing to step forward?"

His words were very respectful to these veterans.

These veterans clearly needed work, but Eleanor packaged it as an act to save the Union.

This pleased them greatly.

Immediately someone shouted, "Sergeant Waters, I think this suggestion is worth considering!"

Waters looked troubled.

He knew, of course, that the offer Eleanor had made was the best they could get at the moment.

Some veterans couldn't wait to fill out the job application form on the spot.

However, agreeing to Eleanor's conditions would mean betraying the Prohibition Society.

Waters is not a politician after all, and does not have such a flexible moral bottom line.

"Sergeant Waters."

At this moment, Eleanor suddenly asked, "You seem so troubled, is there something you're still worried about? Why don't you tell me, maybe I can help you solve it?"

This

Waters couldn't bring himself to speak.

He had previously sworn that he had no connection with the Prohibition Association.

How can I possibly admit it now?

The veterans outside the tent were already starting to get restless.

"Sergeant, what are you waiting for?!"

"What great terms! Just say yes!"

"Sergeant, say something!"

Immense pressure surged forth like a tidal wave.

Hearing those urging voices, Waters suddenly realized a problem.

Agreeing to Eleanor's conditions was indeed a betrayal of the Prohibition Society.

But wouldn't refusing this offer also be a betrayal of the veterans?

Perhaps there are other options in the world that offer the best of both worlds.

But Waters knew his own limitations; he couldn't have come up with that.

I have to make my stance clear.

“I have no concerns. The conditions offered by the government are indeed very good, and we are willing to accept them.”

Waters sighed and finally made his choice.

Sorry, Prohibition Society.

You have indeed provided us with assistance.

But the federal government gave way too much!

"I'm glad you made the right choice."

Eleanor was relieved that Waters hadn't gone down a dead-end path.

Those who are pragmatic and adaptable are truly outstanding.

The Prohibition Society is destined to be swept into the dustbin of history; there's no need to die with them.