Miss President wants to talk to you

They were just saying it.

Eleanor listened patiently, occasionally echoing her sentiments.

Edgar sat beside him, saying nothing.

She suddenly remembered what Eleanor had repeatedly emphasized before.

These people are just veterans, not dangerous individuals.

At the time, she disagreed with this view.

Now, after meeting these people, Edgar has changed his mind.

Eleanor was right.

She even began to think that since these veterans had been on the battlefield, received training, and still had a strong desire to serve their country.

Is it possible that one's own Norton Bureau of Investigation could also recruit some veterans as agents?

On the one hand, it was in response to the president's policy; on the other hand, it could also secretly expand the size of the Bureau of Investigation.

Before Edgar could finish thinking...

Suddenly, someone started banging on an iron basin in the distance. The clanging sound formed a melody, like an old song.

The scattered veterans around began to sing:

Pack your troubles into an old backpack.

Then smile, smile, smile.

Forget your worries in the sunshine.

"Keep going."

Edgar recognized the voice; it was a military song that was popular during the World Wars, a familiar memory for these veterans.

She turned her head to the side. Eleanor didn't seem to know the song, but she was still clapping her hands to keep time with the group of veterans.

He was happy?

Edgar didn't know how to describe his current thoughts.

She just felt that if all the decision-makers in this administration were like Eleanor.

That Great Depression may no longer be something to despair about.

……

Outside the camp.

A cold wind blew across the empty road.

Several reporters, wrapped in thin coats, leaned against the car.

My stomach was already empty, and the aroma wafting from the camp made the hunger even worse.

"Why haven't they come out yet?"

Someone muttered under their breath.

"Logically speaking, the talks should have broken down long ago."

"Either you get kicked out, or you turn on them completely."

"The federal government simply doesn't have the money, so what can they possibly negotiate?"

The other person looked up at the camp.

The firelight could be faintly seen, and a group of people were gathered in a circle.

他们在

Sing?

The reporter was taken aback.

Did you hear that?

"What did you hear?"

"There's singing inside."

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Something's not right."

"Something's really not right."

They couldn't understand it.

Why haven't the people sent by the president been kicked out yet? They're even singing inside.

Are you having such a pleasant conversation?

Their curiosity was running wild, and they even wanted to rush into the camp to find out the truth.

What on earth happened?!

Just then, they saw a figure emerge from the camp.

The reporters immediately perked up and rushed forward, only to find a veteran dressed in tattered clothes.

"You must be the journalists Mr. Eleanor was talking about?"

The veteran smiled. “My name is Hagen. Mr. Eleanor asked me to invite you into the camp. He said you must be tired and hungry after waiting outside all day. Why don’t you come into the camp and rest together? There’s food to eat.”

The reporters looked at each other, not expecting this turn of events.

To go or not to go?

You should know that these people came here today with ulterior motives.

They all wanted to capture big news and see the president make a fool of himself.

If I actually go into the camp to freeload a meal, I'll be indebted to them, and then how will I write this news story?

“Don’t worry, Mr. Eleanor said he knows what you’re worried about, and the newspapers can write whatever they want after that.”

Hagen said, "But you're all working people, and he's willing to be understanding. Why don't you all go inside and rest?"

This

After much deliberation, it was finally a reporter from The Washington Post who spoke first.

"I go!"

Their newspaper's headquarters are in Washington, D.C., and they didn't want to strain relations with the current administration.

Now that the other party is taking the initiative to be friendly, I can't be too aloof.

With one person taking the lead, it becomes even more difficult for other reporters to persevere.

As a result, their stances began to waver.

"I am coming too!"

Count me in!

"Let me make this clear first: I went in for the sake of the news, not for any meal you're giving me!"

……

the next day.

When people in Washington woke up, they were surprised to find that the once-massive veterans' petition movement had suddenly fallen silent.

Moreover, the veterans even began dismantling the camp.

He looked like he was about to leave.

How could that be? They just arrived a day ago!

Are you leaving already?

It's worth noting that the last time veterans petitioned, it lasted for two whole months until the government deployed troops to suppress it, which ended in tragedy.

Countless people who were waiting to see the spectacle were instantly dumbfounded.

Capitol Hill, Office of the Ethics Committee.

Andrew Walstead, a key member of the Prohibition Council, threw a newspaper on his desk with a grim expression.

The headline on the Toutiao column is in large font:

From confrontation to cooperation: Breakthrough progress in the veterans' issue

"Didn't you say you'd already made contact with these veterans? And that you'd already given them the money?"

Andrew spoke coldly to the person on the other side of the desk, "Is this how they do things when they get paid? Send everyone to the distillery?"

Sitting opposite him was Rogers, a lobbyist for the Morgan Group.

His expression was extremely unpleasant, as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

Rogers defended himself: "They did make an agreement with me, saying that they would put a lot of pressure on Rosef this time."

Andrew continued to sneer.

Where is the pressure?

Anyway, he can't tell.

"And what about that group of reporters you contacted?"

Andrew continued, "Weren't you supposed to be reporting negative news about Rosef? Now everyone's praising the president's envoy, who was it again? Oh, Elinor Hopkins!"

Everyone praised him for being approachable and handling matters skillfully.

"And there's another reporter, is he a legitimate reporter? What's the whole article about how good the food is at the veterans' camp?"

"Tell me! Did you pocket all the funds that Morgan Stanley gave you?"

"Otherwise, how could we have found such a bunch of misfits!"

Rogers was sweating profusely, stammering and unsure how to respond.

He was truly wronged.