Miss President wants to talk to you

They managed to get away with it.

She had just been in despair, and in that state of sorrow and pain, she would have surely given herself away.

Fortunately, Mr. Hopkins was there, Rosef thought.

He took all the negative emotions upon himself and is now sobbing uncontrollably outside the door.

I really should thank him properly later.

Rosef snapped out of her reverie and focused her attention back on Hoffer.

She always felt that Ms. Hoffer had left something unsaid.

really.

"Rosef, I feel a little bad for disturbing your rest."

"But you should have seen today's report, the news about Pecora questioning Mitchell."

Pekora? Mitchell?

Who are they?

Rosef was completely baffled.

Lucy, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly and immediately took today's newspaper and unfolded it in front of Rosef.

The front page prominently displayed:

Former Chairman of National City Bank, Mitchell, is under investigation.

Prosecutor Pecora releases new testimony.

The Wall Street scandal continues to escalate.

Rosef finished reading the entire report in just a few quick glances.

I understand the general situation now.

in short

Prosecutor Pecora launched an investigation into several Wall Street executives.

The prosecutor's style was extremely tough, and Mitchell, the chairman of National City Bank, couldn't withstand the pressure of questioning, leading to a series of major scandals.

For example, before the stock market crash, Mitchell frantically promoted stocks to the public, but secretly sold them off himself.

For example, he used family accounts to evade huge amounts of taxes.

All of this fueled the public's fanatical anger towards the bankers.

This has further exacerbated distrust of the banking industry.

in short.

Because of these scandals, Hoffer, which was already at rock bottom, now has room to fall even further!

"Rosef, the situation is now quite dire."

Hoffer sighed, "The banking system is facing enormous pressure, and some states have already begun to take emergency measures."

After venting her emotions, Rosef recovered.

She held the microphone with both hands and, following the pre-rehearsed script, recited the standard lines:

“I’m keeping an eye on it, and the situation is indeed worrying.”

At that moment, Eleanor opened the door and walked in.

After a bout of wailing, although he was still shedding tears, he stopped crying out loud.

Hoffer's voice came through the microphone:

"The problem now is not just that banks are short of money, but that public distrust of banks is spreading into panic."

She sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Ross, I'm thinking that if we can show a unified stance on certain issues, maybe we can restore some public confidence?"

Upon hearing this, Rosef was completely stunned.

and many more.

Expressing a unified stance?

What does it mean?

We hadn't rehearsed before!

Rosef panicked, and Lucy behind her panicked too.

Hoffer's sudden suggestion went beyond the scope of the previous rehearsals.

Lucy was ultimately just a housekeeper, and for a moment she couldn't understand why Hoffer would make this suggestion.

What is she really up to?

"This, this..."

Rosef stammered, "Which specific stance are you referring to?"

"Suspend gold exchange."

Hoffer finally revealed the reason for her call.

"Due to Pecora's investigation, the public is now in a state of extreme panic and is rushing to exchange currency for gold."

"As you know, I only have half a month left in my term, and I don't have much say in the White House anymore."

"So, why don't you and I jointly sign a decree to temporarily suspend the exchange of gold and stabilize the Federation's gold reserves? What do you think?"

Suspend gold exchange?

Rosef's eyes lit up; she had finally heard something familiar.

After being confirmed as elected, the mother and her advisors worked hard for more than half a year to basically determine the first batch of laws to be issued after taking office.

One of these points is to suspend gold exchange!

Even more radically, the mother seemed to want to seize all the gold in the Federation and put it into the national treasury.

Rosef clearly remembered that she had memorized this line!

Since that's the case, there shouldn't be any problem in agreeing, right?

Just consider it doing someone a favor.

"Madam President, I think..."

Just as Rosef opened her mouth, a hand suddenly grabbed her arm.

She looked up and saw Eleanor.

The other person was still crying, but their expression was extremely serious. Their eyes were fixed on Rosef, and they slowly shook their head.

Don't agree.

Absolutely not!

Chapter 5: As expected of you, Rosef

Rosef stared blankly at Elinor.

W-what happened?

His serious demeanor even made Rosef begin to wonder if she had almost caused a major disaster.

Eleanor's actions were subconscious.

In his previous life, as an economics undergraduate, he had read some materials about the Great Depression.

The New Deal, of course, is an indispensable part of this.

In Eleanor's recollection, it did indeed happen that Hoover called Roosevelt to request a joint petition to halt the gold standard.

Eleanor can't remember the specific details.

But he knew that Roosevelt would not agree to Hoover so readily.

Not only did they not agree, but they also refused.

Their relationship later soured because of this.

Even on the final day of the presidential inauguration, they rode together to Capitol Hill in an almost awkward atmosphere.

There was zero communication throughout the entire process.

So when Rosef was about to agree.

Eleanor's body reached out its hand before her brain could process it.

And at this very moment.

Hoffer on the other end of the phone was still waiting for a reply.

"Rosef? Why are you suddenly silent?"

Rosef's heart suddenly tightened.

At this moment, her mind was in complete chaos.

My heart is pounding. Who should I believe?

Hoffer or Eleanor?

Amidst the constant questioning on the other end of the phone, Rosef finally made a decision.

She looked at Eleanor for help.

If you want to refuse.

How should I answer that?

Eleanor's mind raced.