"Monthly, the official's income is divided into two parts! One is "position salary", what position salary does Xi Jinping receive? The other is "level salary". This has nothing to do with the position of the indigenous official, but only with the number of years he has served the government. It’s related to contribution. [No pop-up novel website]
The total income of a senior clerk may be higher than that of a junior mid-level official. Xiao Zishan believes that this can allow indigenous cadres to feel at ease in their grassroots and professional work. It will not lead to a situation in which the more you work at the grassroots level and the more professional you work, the more you become more proficient, but the more you work, the more you work and there is no future. As long as the business is done well, the income will be great. The last part is "allowances and benefits" which are given according to the nature of the work, and tend to be dangerous, heavy and difficult positions.
The meeting then held a long discussion on a series of issues. This time, the plenary meeting of the executive committee lasted all night. In the end, everyone felt exhausted and very hungry. However, before the meeting ended, the executive committee had to study the meeting communique word for word and resolve the remaining issues before the plenary meeting. The question is not just a matter of concern, but the reaction of the masses is also taken into consideration. The taste of democracy is indeed not a good one.
So at the final stage of the meeting, everyone unanimously decided to add a Secretary-General of the Executive Committee. He is not an Executive Committee member, but is responsible for the clerical work of the Executive Committee.
"Mu Quan, that's all I can see. He's very good at taking notes of meetings." Ma Qianxu was interrupted by Doude just as he started to speak.
"Duke, don't forget that we have just established a cadre system."
"Oh, yes, the recruitment should be open." Ma Qianzhu thought about it, "Then let's recruit. Post the news on the internal notice."
"Okay, I'll take care of this matter," Xiao Zishan agreed, "I also need an organization director. Let's recruit him as well."
"It's up to you." Wen Desi said, "Ordinary people can't be the director of the organization department, and the position is very critical, so you should be careful in your choice."
"I know."
After the meeting, the members of the executive committee turned off the lights and came out of the conference room in a daze. It was already slightly bright, and the reveille bugle was being played in the military camp. Several executive committee members were anxious to eat something and sleep, so they left quickly without saying anything.
Ma Qianzhu felt a little refreshed by the cold wind. For a moment I felt like I couldn't sleep, so I just went back to the office.
Hou Wenyong has already come to work and has cleaned a large office used by indigenous clerks and clerks outside Ma Qianxu's office. Like all the indigenous people who were taken in, educated, and employed by the Traveling Group, he is extremely grateful to the Traveling Group and does not simply regard himself as a paid "buddy" or a "newspeak" " Cadres" rather regard it as a master-slave relationship with a closer personal attachment.
If it weren't for the strict entry and exit system for indigenous people in places like the Executive Committee Compound, Hou Wenyong would almost sleep there. He took this as a matter of course.
All the indigenous people who can be in Bairen City, except for a very small number of people, live together in a special courtyard in the city. Every night when the field is over, all the indigenous people must return to their dormitories, which are closed and locked by sentries. You can't come out until after 6 o'clock in the morning. Some workaholic veterans have already started working at this time. There is no entertainment here in Lingao. Everyone goes to bed early and gets up early.
Ma Qianzhu took care of Hou Wenyong. "Make a cup of tea, strong!"
"Yes, Chief!" Hou Wenyong responded and was about to exit, but then stopped, "Chief, you haven't had breakfast yet. Do you want me to call the canteen and take care of it?"
"No, you need to sort out the information on the table first." Ma Qianzhu felt that his thoughts were a bit messy, so he wanted to sit down and drink some tea to sort them out.
Hou Wenyong brought him hot tea and carefully closed the door when he exited. He could already tell what Ma Chang was thinking from his face. Ma Qianzhu opened one of the countless drawers around him and took out a lunch box from it. It contained Russian-style black bread baked in the canteen. This thing was originally intended for the army to eat because it could withstand hunger and not eat. It goes bad easily, but it takes a lot of time to bake it freshly in the canteen, and the wheat yield is too low, so many people can't even eat it by themselves. So only a small amount was produced for the enjoyment of the senators. But the sales were mediocre, and most of the elders were not interested in the sour and hard stuff.
He took out another chessboard from the drawer, placed the chess pieces on it, and studied the game. This was his usual method when he had to consider some important issues.
Ma Qianzhu gnawed on the black bread and moved his fingers on the chessboard, but his mind was racing rapidly.
Although many of his plans were rejected, he was very happy that the executive committee meeting determined the status and remuneration of indigenous cadres. A large number of social reforms must rely on indigenous cadres to implement. He has always firmly believed that the establishment of a new society is the key to the establishment of a new society. The key is to rely on "cadres" and a large number of cadres.
Like the county yamen of the Ming Dynasty: a few officials are governed by a group of untouchable petty officials. It is strange that they can do a good job in government affairs. Ma Qianzhu has always been an example of the abnormality of the bureaucracy. He firmly believes that modern society also has The key to achieving strong social control and execution capabilities that ancient society and communication centers could not achieve was the establishment of a huge bureaucratic group.
If Chuanchuan Group wants to build a modern society, it cannot do so without cultivating a large number of its own cadres.
Since Bu De has resigned, the Civil Affairs Committee has fallen directly into his hands. The appointment power of indigenous cadres is under the jurisdiction of the Cadres Division of the Civil Affairs Commission. This gave him greater initiative to reform the civil affairs system in Lingao.
Although Ma Qianzhu lost the position of the Planning Commission, which once allowed him to control the power of the Crossing Group, as the Secretary of State, he became the "Prime Minister" of the Crossing Group, which allowed him to move more freely to a certain extent. Through the State Council, one can effectively impose one's own will and ideas on various ministries and commissions, rather than relying on the past allocation of resources to indirectly influence the achievement of goals.
What Daude handed over to him was a stall that had not yet achieved initial results. However, many things were still just beginning, and they still had to be implemented. He wondered, who would take the position of People's Commissar of Civil Affairs?
Open recruitment? Ma Qianzhu couldn't help but sneer. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to directly recruit cadres without long-term training and examination? While he was eating bread and arranging personnel files in his mind, the door of the office was violently knocked open. Dugu's proposal came straight in, without looking at Ma Qianzhu in the room, and he sat down on the Taishi's chair.
"I can't do this job anymore. It's all coming for me." He cursed angrily, not to anyone. "Is it easy for me? Who am I doing this for? Isn't it for everyone's benefit?"
Ma Qian didn't even raise his head. He carefully tore open the bread and put it into his mouth in small bites.
"Now I'm being treated as a prisoner and I'm convicted of the crime." ! Is this what happened? ! You want me to be an agricultural technician! I am not a farmer who rake the ground to catch poop! "
Ma Qian stared without saying a word, took a sip of hot tea, and dropped the hard bread crust from his body and shook it to the ground. Picked up the "Lingao Times Internal Edition" just published on the table.
Dugu was a little bit unable to sit still when he proposed marriage. His tone softened: "Martha, you have to make the decision for me. I am not doing this all because of you."
"I only asked you to be a sentinel in Bairen City and take care of the public security outside." Ma Qianzhu interrupted him coldly, "I didn't ask you to lead the police team into the city.
"Aren't I afraid that thugs will attack the executive committee?" Dugu proposed and said aggrievedly, "You don't know how many people were spreading bad words about you behind your back in those days." I'm afraid that the thugs will take the opportunity to do something against you
"I walk upright and sit upright, why are I afraid of rumors?" Ma Qianzhu snorted, "You have confirmed the rumors a lot by coming here.
"This" this "I didn't mean it". Dugu was at a loss when he proposed marriage, "I didn't expect to be taken advantage of by this old and cunning person."
"Are you still going to be convicted of spreading rumors and slandering?" Ma Qianzhu interrupted him.
"Then you can't just ignore him." Dugu proposed, a little angrily, "We are tied to the same boat."
"We are all tied to the same boat as a horse and a chariot. We moved the other chess piece over. He turned his head without haste or slowness." "You should honestly go to Wu Nanhai and be detained for a month. Write a more profound statement." Check. Lao Wu is a good man and will take care of you. From now on, work under Ye Yuming and do meritorious service, and don't talk any more. I have already said hello to him and will try my best to arrange for you to do some administrative work. "
"Ma Da You" Dugu proposed marriage when he heard that his future was to deal with mud. There was a look of despair on his face.
Ma Qianxu waved his hand to tell him not to interrupt him: "You should clean up the things you caused yourself."
Dugu's face was a little pale when he proposed, and he couldn't tell whether it was fear or anger, but either emotion was enough to make him jump up and shout:
"Ma Qianzhu, don't think that I don't know what tricks you are playing. You are trying to save your boss! You used to treat me as a gunman! Now you want to draw a clear line with me!"
The pawn just looked at the chessboard in front of him leisurely, chewed the black bread, and pretended not to hear the other roars. After he finished venting, he slowly said:
"Propose! Remember, never classify yourself. You will make a mistake by labeling yourself."
"Okay! I'll take responsibility for what I do! I'll do it myself from now on!" Dugu proposed and rushed out.
Ma Qianzhu put the chessboard away with a dull expression. Losing Dugu's proposal was a great loss for him, but after this incident, if he did not draw a clear line with him, it would become a fatal wound in his political life. d! ~!
