Arturo is completely different from the last time we saw him. The entire Radical Party organization can indeed be said to have been severely damaged.
"It's Cohen, sit down."
"Did something happen here in Puerto Blanca?"
Arturo seems to be used to branches all over the country coming to him for help.
"Nothing happened, and the development is pretty good. I'm just thinking about whether we can expand the staff and upgrade the scale of our Port Blanca. We also have some reports."
Sanjesé took out a stack of specific information from his handbag, which he had brought a few days ago, and handed it to Arturo, including some developments of the Puerto Blanca branch in the past three months, including Some specific matters, meetings, projects, etc.
"Oh? Let me take a look."
Arturo took over the Blanca Port data report, including expenditures, income, turned-in funds, and some corporate donations, of which there are already quite a few.
In fact, it stands to reason that San Jose should have submitted it directly to La Plata. This is considered a cross-level reporting task, which is a taboo in work, but it is not too outrageous. At the beginning, he was also arranged directly from the Radical Party headquarters to Puerto Blanca. , because the La Plata Provincial Branch was also severely damaged, and the head of the provincial branch, Hans Fulton, was imprisoned, so the provincial branch was simply put in charge of the national headquarters.
“These are some of my half-baked ideas about the reform and development of Puerto Blanca for the Radical Party.”
"Establish a trade union, establish a political party funding committee, establish a political party institution in Port Blanca to raise party funds... cooperate with the Socialist Party to increase the membership of the Radical Party."
"Did you write all of this?"
"Yes."
In fact, the government can set up companies, such as the Socialist Party and the Argentinian Republican Party's newspapers and periodicals, which are actually within the scope of profitability. Japanese political parties can operate horse racing betting, and more than 40% of the Soviet Socialist Party's funding comes from corporate sources.
"This does seem to be in line with the Argentine constitution, but it is very difficult for businesses to operate profitably."
Arturo thought for a moment and spoke to Saint Jose.
"You can start with newspapers and periodicals and try to solve some difficulties. Our Blanca Radical Party has generated some surpluses in recent months. In addition to the surrendered funds, the remaining self-consumption funds can be used to purchase equipment and start our own newspapers. The current development of Blanca Port Soon, I believe there will be some gains through economic development.”
The Radical Party is also divided into several factions, but compared to the Justice Party, it will be purer. It will not quit unless necessary. To gain a higher voice, in addition to promotion, it is also necessary to increase its own weight. Carefully After studying the Argentine constitution, he found that Argentina did not prohibit political parties from opening businesses.
In addition to newspapers and periodicals, many political parties actually have no other industries. The trade unions belong to the Justice Party. The main contenders for these unions are the Socialist Party and the Republican Party. It is difficult for the Radical Party to intervene. The main trade unions in the country are located near Putrajaya, and Port Blanca is a new place. , with the construction of Blanca Port, a large number of workers will definitely appear in the future.
"Perhaps you can give it a try. The Radical Party is currently suppressed too severely. The Radical Party in Puerto Blanca can continue to expand. I will arrange for you to have a provincial second-level authority, which is larger than the city."
St. Jose has many ideas to go beyond the rules, and also intends to act according to the rules. The Port Blanca branch currently has many non-staff personnel, and there are also some illegal transfers of funds, mostly from "political donations" from the company's factories in St. Jose.
At present, in fact, many party-run enterprises are only authorized by the headquarters or the central department. Decentralization of power is also a kind of dispersion of internal power.
"Mr. Arturo, I would like to call some people from the former Propaganda Department to Port Blanca. Can I recruit many people from the Putrajaya Propaganda Department? The current situation is not optimistic."
This was St. Hesse's second purpose. He was very happy during his time in the Propaganda Department. He remembered those subordinates, Powell, Little Tom, Don Miguel, and Ludawn Ant. These people were young and capable. Passion. At that time, the Radical Party did not have an official party newspaper. Later, after integrating resources, a group of young people jointly sent the "Business Daily" into the top ten newspapers in the city.
At that time, the Putrajaya Propaganda Department established its own party newspaper to distinguish it from the national party newspaper. Now, both the Putrajaya Propaganda Department and the National Propaganda Department are in decline.
I still remember that at that time, in order to enrich the content of the newspaper, Saint-Jesse published articles in the "Business Daily News" every day, insisted on popularizing various scientific knowledge, and continued to promote the various ruling ideas of the Radical Party.
"Okay, I allow it. Anyway, the Propaganda Department is disabled now."
"Okay, sir."
San Jose and Arturo didn't talk much when there was a knock on the door.
The purpose of coming to the headquarters this time has been achieved. One is to improve the Port Blanca branch, and the other is to summon the original team.
Arturo signed a transfer warrant for him. All the people he wanted were written down and stamped with the seal of the Radical Party.
…
After leaving the headquarters, he got in the car arranged by Andrew and went straight to the Propaganda Department of Buenos Aires. It was about 2-3 kilometers away from the headquarters. Sheng Hesse walked in and saw old newspapers scattered on the ground.
"Hey, isn't this Cohen, the busy man and celebrity?"
Saint Jose heard an annoying voice and knew who it was without even thinking.
"Poodle" Trikav Slu, the current head of the Propaganda Department, was transferred from the headquarters. At first, the city newspaper overshadowed the General Propaganda Office. The two formed a quarrel and dressed like humans. clothes, curly blond hair, blue jeans, and several followers standing next to him.
"Hey, isn't this the poodle Slusulu? How is your mother's health recently? Did she help you pull your hair?"
Saint Jose pretended not to see it, and after a while he said exaggeratedly.
"Haha, Cowboy Hesse, why don't you go home and graze the cows? Oh no, aren't you herding cattle in the countryside in Puerto Blanca? Why, are you coming to Putrajaya to sell beef?"
Tricalf said in an exaggerated tone, with curly blond hair.
"I don't know which dog is barking. I heard that a good market newspaper will go bankrupt for you."
"It's not like some people left behind a bunch of trash, and I don't know why they ran away in despair."
At that time, because St. Hesse was going to the United States, he recommended Powell to be the person in charge. The superiors did not agree and arranged for Tricalf, who was the most annoying to him, to come over. The two of them had a complete falling out and even had a lot of fights. This guy was someone he had never met before. He was extremely mean-mouthed, boasted every day, and did nothing, which scared away many of the young people working in the newspaper.
"I won't talk nonsense to you. Call Powell and the others out. I have something to announce."
This matter is actually his fault. After he got busy, he no longer paid attention to the affairs of the Propaganda Department. It was not until recently that he found out what happened to them. They were transferred here, but the few he needed were also here. He packed them up and sent them to the Port of Blanca.
"Hey, busy man, you are no longer the head of the Propaganda Department. What qualifications do you have to give orders to our people?"
Saint Jose didn't say anything, but directly called the security guard at the door, pulled these smelly fish and shrimps away, then announced the headquarters' transfer order, and called Powell and others out.
"Okay, Cohen, you are trying to mess up our Radical Party and let outsiders enter our Radical Party. I want the headquarters to expel you..."
"Look carefully, open your little eyes and take a look. This is the signature of Arturo from the headquarters and the seal of the Radical Party."
Saint Hesser handed it over without saying anything. There were people watching the fun and went back to call for help.
After a while, more than ten people came out one after another, including Powell, Little Tom, Don Miguel, and Ludawn Ant. They were a little excited to see Saint Jose.
St. Hesse felt quite guilty. In fact, these students should have quit a long time ago. Except for Powell and Lu Daun, most of the others came from poor families.
As a staff member of the Propaganda Department, because they are self-financed and self-financing newspapers, job opportunities are rare, so they did not leave. With their ability, even if they were randomly assigned to Xin'a Newspaper, it would be very good, so they did not pay too much attention to it, but they did not expect it. Poodles are so shameless.
And Powell and the others really endured it, and it was also because of the current serious recession in the Argentine news media, and Powell and Lu Daun did not leave in order to protect these people. Saint Jose's understanding of some Falcon Bureaus He also gave the order.
"I have really worked hard for you during this period. If you follow me in the future, I will never let you suffer this kind of humiliation again."
Saint Jose patted their shoulders one by one, and made a serious promise. Of the original propaganda department of dozens of people, 20 people quit, and the 12 who stayed were all die-hard Saint Jose. Those who left were he I plan to go back to Port Blanca, but if I don’t want to, I’ll send it to the Xin’a News Agency.
The "poodle" next to him was still yelling stupidly, but Saint Jose ignored him and asked the security guard to arrange a vehicle and book a restaurant for dinner.
"Powell, Tom, Don Miguel, Ludawn Ant... 12 people, report to the Puerto Blanca branch as soon as possible."
"yes!"
St. Hesse took these people and left here directly, ignoring Tricave who was shouting crazily, watching him leave the Propaganda Department angrily, and seemed to be planning to file a complaint.
Delta security personnel drove several cars over.
"Boss, the car is here."
"Well, let's find a barbecue restaurant. We're going to get together today."
"OK."
Mikael's Grill Restaurant,
"Boss, you really slapped that poodle's face this time."
Powell gnawed on a piece of barbecue and said excitedly.
"It's my fault, too. I've been in the United States for so long, and I forgot everything when I returned home. It's really been a hard work on you for more than a year."
"Actually, it was good at the beginning, but it gradually got worse. Mendes and the others couldn't stand it anymore, so they left."
"Don't worry about this. I have already made arrangements. You can go wherever you want. Of course, I can also recommend companies. I hope you will help me."
"Boss, everyone is here."
The security guard outside the door knocked and came in and said.
"Boss, who is it?"
"Haha, I called our former good brothers Mendes and the others over."
"Boss, I really miss the past. At that time, when we worked overtime until night, you would take me and us to eat and have barbecue. I still remember that little Tom ate the most every time, and he would take it back to his mother to eat."
At that time, in order to expand the scale and quality of the city newspaper as quickly as possible, Saint-Jesse often worked overtime until night, either bringing food or going out for supper. Every time, he was the treat, because everyone else was also doing it for love. Generate electricity until the market reports profitability.
"Hey, stop talking. Mrs. Tom passed away two months ago. What Mrs. Tom wants most is that Tom can continue to live a good life."
St. Jose remembered Mrs. Tom, a fifty-eight-year-old mother who lay in bed every day. She had cancer. St. Jose also helped contact the hospital. Unfortunately, it spread too quickly and she had passed away two months ago. At that time Tom works hard to take care of his mother.
"A moment of silence for Mrs. Tom."
"A moment of silence for Mrs. Tom."
The atmosphere was a little heavy for a while.
"It has passed."
Tom spoke.
"Everyone who is willing to come to Port Blanca this time will receive twice the salary here. Not only in terms of publicity, I will also provide other opportunities."
It is vulgar to talk about money, but we have to talk about money. Bilong tried to solve the problem of inflation, but continued to print money, making the problem more serious.
In the end, most people are willing to go to Puerto Blanca for development. The capital is now a place of right and wrong. Saint Jose is also happy for them. The work scene a year ago emerges before their eyes.
"Everyone has a good meal and a good drink today, and we toast to the next development."
At around six o'clock in the evening, the security guards picked up and dropped off people who were working in other newspaper offices one by one, and some were directly unemployed at home.
St. Jose shook hands one by one and promised to arrange their work. These people are all good talents, but they are too short of opportunities.
St. Jose returned to his residence, sobered up, and continued to make office arrangements. With the permission from the headquarters, he planned to run more than just newspapers.
In addition to dealing with the affairs of the Radical Party, Saint Jose also made arrangements for other matters.
In a place as big as the capital, it’s difficult to take care of it all.
This time I came to the capital and received a lot of goods.
…
After finishing most of the things,
Saint Jose went to Elena's house and met many people. Elena's family was helpful to Saint Jose.
After dinner, Saint-Jesse drove back to his home, which he had already cleaned.
"Elena, I really thank you for your hard work this time."
Elena leaned against his shoulder, her heart beating like a drum.
"It's okay. In fact, the reaction is not very obvious. Now I can already feel the feeling of finding home in my stomach."
"Well, don't work too hard. Are you used to living here? Do you want to arrange a place to stay near the hospital?"
Saint Jose looked at the haggard Elena with distress. During the meal, Elena retched several times and didn't eat much.
The two sat tenderly on the sofa in the room and chatted about recent events, including Southern University, the Institute of Nuclear Physics, the Radical Party branch, and some interesting stories about the face slaps from the Propaganda Department.
Make Elena laugh,
"Cohen, you are too busy, but you seem to have returned to Putrajaya two days ago. Why did you only come to see me today?"
Elena's smiling face made Saint Jose feel weak for a while, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.
"The main thing is that they are busy with things...those people are too troublesome."
Saint Jose put his arms around Elena and said guiltily. "
"When the hospital in Puerto Blanca is expanded, I will take you to Puerto Blanca..."
"Actually, it's pretty good at mom's house..."
"Yeah, that's fine."
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