"Foreign individuals, even among the time-travelers in the same courtyard, some don't even know that this person exists. [No pop-up novel website]
Zhao Manxiongski seems to be very satisfied with his existence.
As if entering a state of hibernation.
Go find him in the vest.
It was time to raise the hope that he would serve as the director of the Political Security Bureau.
Zhao Manxiong is reading a "Textbook on Civil Engineering Works" with a soft and indifferent smile on his face.
After listening to Ma Jia's suggestion that he be the director of political security, he asked a question: "The General Political Security Bureau is affiliated with the arbitral tribunal, right?" "Yes, this is indeed the case in terms of organization." Ma Jia was afraid that he would dislike this position. Not high, “But the business is independent.” “If I’m not mistaken, the executive committee’s reform this time did not implement the separation of powers system.
Your position is equivalent to one of the members of the Politburo Standing Committee in charge of politics and law. "
"Yes."
"So, the Political Security Administration, Xiaobu.
Now it is the General Administration, not directly under the Executive Committee? "Ma Jia is a little hesitant, which is true in terms of affiliation.
But he still hasn't figured out whether the executive committee has the intention to take direct control of this organization.
"That's true in terms of affiliation."
Ma Jia thought, could it be that Zhao Manxiongski didn’t want to work under me, a political upstart? Isn't this guy ambitious? "If that's the case, I'm willing to accept the position."
Zhao Manxiong is not shy at all.
"However, I have a few requests."
"No problem, please mention it."
The vest was very happy.
"I don't want to be the director of the General Administration of Political Security," Zhao Manxiongski said. "I have to hold meetings and report all day long. I am not interested in doing this."
What does Ma Jia think this means? He said, "What do you mean?" "Director.
Appoint whoever you want, maybe you can do it yourself.
I just want to do specific business work. "
"I think I understand, Deputy Director?" "That's what it means."
Zhao Manxiongski nodded, "My time is very precious and cannot be used on a lot of administrative work."
"This is acceptable.
I agreed. "
"Second request.
I like this environment very much. "
Zhao Manxiongski continued with his gentle smile, "Since the Internal Affairs Committee has been abolished under the new system, I hope to allocate this courtyard to the General Security Bureau for exclusive use."
"I can't make the decision on this, but it should be fine."
Ma Jia thinks that the original intention of the executive committee is not to let the powerful departments get together, so it is just right to separate them.
"Okay, the third request is that I have personnel power over the personnel of the General Administration of Political Security."
"Can."
The vest answered happily.
"I will comply with all personnel transfer orders you issued."
So the deal was done.
After Xiao Zishan received Ma Jia's request, he felt that the title of "Executive Deputy Director" lacked deterrence. After thinking for a long time, he came up with the title of "General Political Commissar of the General Administration of Political Security" for Zhao Manxiongski.
The general political commissar is not the director of the general bureau, and he has clearly expressed his responsible position, which Ma Jia thinks is very good.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Manxiong insisted on not wanting this title. He modestly stated that this title was too grand and not suitable for someone like himself who had made no contribution to the crossing group. He would rather have the title of "First Deputy Director of the General Administration of Political Security".
Later, when Ma Jia happened to be reading a book, he realized why Zhao Manxiongski didn’t like the term “General Political Commissar of the General Administration of Political Security.”
A very prestigious title. It turned out that Yagoda's last title before his arrest was "General Political Commissar of the National Security Council." The personnel bulletin came out soon.
Zhao Manxiong was appointed as the "First Deputy Director of the General Administration of Political Security." As for who is the full director, there is no appointment.
It's actually vacant.
In the tide of institutional adjustment and expansion.
Wumu, who majored in administration and management, and who has been in the position of being a leader for a long time, finally got a formal position: he has been officially appointed as a staff member of the Social Work Department of the Civil Affairs Commission. His title is "researcher". In fact, He is the office handyman.
The chief and deputy directors of the Social Work Department are Du Bian and Dong Weiwei.
Generally speaking, it is difficult to work for female leaders.
It is even more difficult to work for a female leader like Du Shi.
Du Shou's work enthusiasm is extremely high and he starts working every morning.
Not in the evening.
Don't call it a day.
She is used to going to the countryside during the day.
So most of the work was done at night, and Wu Mu often had to stay with her until very late.
Every time he went to the countryside, the Social Work Department's research data would increase a lot, which made him complain endlessly.
After more than ten days of sorting out information for Du Bian, Wu Mu suddenly realized that this was more difficult than the days when he had no job and had no job.
In the past he was often assigned to do temporary clerical work.
The work is not busy, and I can get off work at 5 o'clock in the evening.
I went back to take a shower and have a meal. Although my life was quite boring, at least I could sleep on time.
Why should I come to this place? "Wu Mu smashed the paper on the table with his hand and threw it away. I quit!"
File spread.
Roku Bakugawa was thinking about writing his resignation letter when suddenly he heard footsteps behind him.
somebody is coming! A chill ran up his spine.
Could it be that Du Bian is back? No, she went to Thirteen Villages again this morning to focus on grassroots political power building.
I won’t be able to come back until evening.
"Is Comrade Wumu here?" a voice rang.
Right behind him.
Turn around slowly.
There was a man standing at the door, his back to the light, and his face could not be seen clearly.
He was wearing an ordinary navy uniform.
But this man is definitely not a navy man. He doesn't smell of sea water.
"It's me, what's the matter with you?"
Wu Mu asked alertly.
Since he stated at the plenary meeting that he opposed Sun Li's views and supported the three counts of executing the senators, he provoked a group of people who insisted on the view that "the rights of the senators are above all else".
Not only did some people criticize him fiercely.
It is said that these people also used the "iron fist of the elders" to educate him.
Wu Mu knew that Shan Liang, Sun Li and his gang started out in street politics, so it was inevitable that they would not use this method against him.
Wu Mu is well aware of the violent and easily incited nature of the masses.
So I am on alert on weekdays.
He has a pistol, but the nature of firearms changes when conflicts among the people arise.
He carried the stick with him.
The visitor is a stranger.
And there was an uncomfortable chill all over his body.
Wu Mu's hand slowly took hold of the throwing stick in his trouser pocket.
"Of course there is something.
Oh, please take your hands off the stick, I mean no harm. "What's the matter with you?"
Wu Mu released his hands, pulled out the chair and sat down.
"You are very guarded." The visitor said with a mocking tone, "This is the personal information form you filled out." He slowly took out a piece of paper and said, "Wu Mu."
Aged 12 years old, tall and heavy, with a bachelor's degree in administration.
Ji history enthusiast.
Have experience in outdoor sports. "Yes, this is my personal information. Wu Mu is strange. Although the personal information of the time traveler is not top secret information, there are very few individuals who can see it."
"In your profile.
You say you are a militarist. "
The visitor sat down opposite him. He was a fat man.
Wu Mu was sure that he had never seen this person before.
"That's right." Then why don't you serve in the army? Someone asked. The job intention you filled in was for secret fronts such as intelligence and anti-special forces.
"I support militarism, and it's true that I like the military, but I didn't say I was going to be a soldier." Wu Mu said angrily, "Who are you, and what do you want to do?" .
“Okay, let’s be honest.
Are you a person who puts group interests first? .
"Yes, that's my opinion."
“What if someone insists on his own interests over the interests of the organization?.
“What on earth do you want to do?.
Wu Mu suddenly became alert.
"Being vigilant is a good habit." The visitor nodded. Would you like to come to the General Administration of Political Security? .
"You're kidding?!" "No kidding.
Comrade "I am studying administrative management, which is not at all related to this. Although Wumu really wants to show off his skills on the secret front, he knows very little about it. I have read a lot of books in this area, but I know very little about business knowledge." few.
I couldn't help but feel flinching.
“You learn on the job.”
"I am willing to."
Wu Mu made up his mind.
"But I have a question. Please tell me. What does the OGPU protect?"
"Of course, across the group and the entire cause." For all those who hinder the group and the cause, is it necessary to distinguish between elders and natives? .
The visitor laughed. "It's not a good habit to speak too directly." Okay, I'm willing to go to Wumu and nod.
“Your qualifications are not enough to be the head of the business department.
But I think the director of the General Administration of Political Security would be a good choice.
I will be happy to see you tomorrow at noon in the House Council compound.
It would be better if you could bring some written opinions about the OGPU. "
While Wu Mu was still dazed by his experience, the visitor disappeared.
Then he received a call from Xiao Zishan, asking him to "come to the office" in the afternoon.
He received his new appointment that afternoon.
Xiao Zishan handed the transfer order into his hands.
"Go to Zhao Manxiongski's place and do a good job."
"Who is Zhao Manxiong?" "He is your boss.
Head of the General Political Security Bureau".
Xiao Zishan asked strangely, "You don't know him? He asked you to go by name."
"It turns out that this fat man is him," Wu Mu suddenly realized.
But he also felt strange about what made him so outstanding.
What about letting this newly minted secret police chief take a fancy to him? (To be continued e is closed. u!~!
