Miss President wants to talk to you

The moment Waters made his statement, the veterans outside the tent erupted in an astonishing cheer.

They finally saw a glimmer of hope in their lives.

Some people have already started counting on their fingers how much salary they can expect.

Seeing this, Eleanor smiled with relief.

If I can achieve this result, then my trip was not in vain.

"Mr. Hopkins, thank you for everything you've done for us."

Waters had come to terms with it. He realized that he might have let many people down, but at least he had been true to his old comrades.

……

After making an agreement with Waters, Eleanor wrote a letter of commitment between the two parties.

The content includes: the Veterans Expeditionary Force shall immediately cease its current petitioning activities, and Eleanor shall guarantee their subsequent work arrangements.

Two copies.

Once Waters and Eleanor both signed their names, everything was settled.

From then on, these veterans would stand together with the Rosef government.

“Mr. Hopkins, I’ll leave everything else to you.”

Waters put away the letter of commitment and suddenly asked with some concern.

"Can the President handle the Prohibition Association? I heard they have an entire lobbying building on Capitol Hill. Do they need our help?"

To keep this hard-won job, Waters really went all out.

Since you've chosen betrayal, then go all the way!

As long as the president gives the order.

These veterans could immediately change direction and storm Capitol Hill.

I appreciate your kindness.

Eleanor said, "The best way to thank the President is for you to live well, work hard, and create value for society afterward."

Waters persisted.

"Since the President doesn't need help, what about you?"

"You've done us such a big favor, we absolutely must repay you! Let us do you a small favor!"

Eleanor immediately waved her hand: "Hey, let's not talk about this, let's not talk about this."

Waters grabbed Eleanor's hand.

"It's a small thing!"

His gaze was intense. "If you don't accept this offer, we'll never feel at ease!"

At this moment, the veterans around him also started to jeer.

"Yes, Eleanor, don't be shy with us!"

"You're being too polite!"

"Don't you consider us one of your own?"

Judging from their posture, they will not give up easily.

But Eleanor remained firm: "It was the president who provided you with these jobs, and I cannot take credit for it."

Waters was very anxious when he heard this.

That's true, but the president is very busy and can't really care about everything.

Ultimately, it comes down to specific individuals.

Now, among Waters and the veterans' community, the only person they are willing to believe is Eleanor.

How can we strengthen our relationship if we don't help him with something?

"That……"

Waters thought about it and decided to change his route.

“Mr. Hopkins, how about this? We have a veterans association with many brothers in it. If you are willing to be an honorary president, we will let you off the hook today!”

This tactic is a common way to build relationships in the Norton Federation.

First, you can be a nominal honorary president, and then you can visit each other during holidays. Over time, the relationship will deepen.

Eleanor thought about it and realized that it would be unreasonable for her not to agree.

Even if others don't say it, Waters must have some doubts in his mind.

Is Eleanor looking down on us because she's so unwilling to get involved with us?

Will he still keep his promise to us?

Once such an idea takes hold, unexpected situations can easily arise.

"Ok."

Finally, Eleanor nodded, "But let's make it clear beforehand, it's just a nominal arrangement; you'll be responsible for the association's operations yourselves."

"no problem!"

Waters finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the other veterans were all smiles.

I can finally relax.

With the matter resolved satisfactorily, Eleanor stood up, ready to leave with Edgar.

But suddenly, Waters stopped them.

"and many more!"

He said somewhat embarrassedly, "President Hopkins, since you're already here today, we can't just let you leave like this. Why don't you stay for a meal?"

As soon as he said it, several veterans around him immediately echoed his sentiments.

"Yes, yes, yes! Stay for a meal!"

"Today is a great day!"

"I'll go call everyone, let's get some more food together!"

Eleanor instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing the expectant looks in the veterans' eyes, she hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"All right!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, the camp instantly became a hive of activity.

The veterans gathered together, with an old iron pot placed over the fire.

Their cooking process is very simple: boil water, pour in macaroni, tomato sauce, chickpeas, and canned ground meat.

Then stir continuously.

Soon, a pot of thick stew with a light reddish hue was served.

The veterans scooped a full bowl and handed it to Eleanor.

Then there's Edgar.

Edgar had never eaten such common food from the Great Depression before. He turned his spoon over and over in the bowl, but dared not take a bite.

But Eleanor didn't have this particular preference.

He scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth; it tasted just like the tomato-braised beans.

Why aren't you eating?

Eleanor turned to Edgar, "I thought you would really like this dish."

Edgar asked, puzzled, "Why do you think that?"

"Because the name of this dish is very similar to yours."

"Guess what it's called?" Eleanor said.

"...I already guessed it."

Edgar Hoffer was speechless for a moment.

She could almost immediately guess that the dish must be named 'Hofherd'.

It's probably a name like Hoffer macaroni or Hoffer stew.

Edgar is truly a numb person.

He suffered countless hardships simply because he shared the same name as that former president.

The references to Hoffer Village, Hoffer Blanket, and Hoffer Flag were clearly meant to criticize the president, but they also inadvertently insulted Edgar.

It's as if Edgar caused the Great Depression.

Seeing Eleanor's tense expression, Edgar was immediately furious.

"Laugh, laugh, what are you laughing at!"

Edgar took the opportunity to pour all the Hoffer stew from his bowl into Eleanor's bowl.

"Just eat yours!"

Edgar believed he had already tempered his temper.

Otherwise, I really want to pour it straight into Eleanor's mouth!

……

Eating, of course, is not just about eating.

Those veterans always have a lot to say.

It could be a story from when I served in the military, or it could be about my life after I was discharged, or it could be about the pain of the Great Depression.

There is no focus, no theme.