Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 538 Draw a Line
Indigenous officials' income is divided into three parts: one is "position salary" - what kind of official is paid for what position; the other is "level salary" - this has nothing to do with the position of the indigenous official, but only with his service for the crossing regime The number of years is related to the degree of contribution.The total income of a senior grassroots clerk may be higher than that of a junior middle-level official.Xiao Zishan believes that this will allow the indigenous cadres to feel at ease in their grassroots and professional work.It will not create a situation where the more you do grassroots and business work, the more skilled you become, but the more you do it, the less promising you will be.As long as the business is doing well, the income is not bad.The last piece is "stipends and benefits", which are paid according to the nature of the work, and tend to be dangerous, heavy, and difficult positions.

Then the meeting held a long discussion on a series of issues.This time, the plenary meeting of the executive committee lasted for a whole night. In the end, everyone felt exhausted and hungry. Not counting the remaining problems, but also considering the reaction of the masses, the taste of democracy is really not good.

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 he is responsible for the clerical work of the executive committee.

"Mu Quan is fine in my opinion, and he is in charge of meeting shorthand very well..." Ma Qianzhu was interrupted by Wu De just as he started talking.

"Duke, don't forget that we just established the cadre system—"

"Oh, yes, there should be an open recruitment." Ma Qianju remembered, "Then let's recruit, and put the news on the internal BBS."

"Okay, I'll handle this matter," Xiao Zishan agreed, "I still need an organization director. Let's recruit together."

"You can figure it out." Wen Desi said, "Ordinary people can't do the organization director, and the position is very important, so choose carefully."

"I know."

After the meeting was over, the members of the executive committee turned off the lights and came out of the conference room in a daze.Several executive committee members were anxious to eat something to sleep, and hurried away without saying a word.

Ma Qianzhu felt refreshed by the cold wind.For a while, I felt that I couldn't sleep, so I went back to the office.

Hou Wenyong has already come to work, and has cleaned up a large office for indigenous clerks and clerks outside Ma Qianju's office.Like all the natives who were taken in, educated, and employed by the time travel group, he has great gratitude to the time travel group, and he does not simply regard himself as a paid "buddy" or "newspeak" in "newspeak". cadres”, but regarded it as a master-slave relationship with closer personal attachment.

Had it not been for the strict entry and exit system for the natives in places like the executive committee compound, Hou Wenyong would have almost slept in it—he took it for granted.

All the aborigines who can live in Bairen City, except for a very small number of people, live together in a special courtyard in the city. Every night after 21:00, all aborigines must return to their dormitories, and the gates will be locked by sentries.Can only come out 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 Qianju took care of Hou Wenyong, "Make a cup of tea, make it strong!"

"Yes, chief!" Hou Wenyong wanted to leave in response, but stopped in his tracks again, "Boss, you haven't had breakfast yet, do you want me to call the cafeteria and take care of it?"

"No, you need to organize the information on the table first," Ma Qianju felt that his thoughts were a little messy, so he wanted to sit down and drink tea to sort it out.

Hou Wenyong brought him hot tea, and closed the door carefully when he exited.He could already tell what Chief Ma was thinking from the expression on his face.Ma Qianju opened one of the countless drawers beside him, and took out a lunch box from it, which was filled with Russian-style black bread baked in the cafeteria. This thing was originally intended for the army, because it was not easy to endure hunger. Bad, but the cafeteria found that it took a lot of time to bake, and the wheat production was too low, and the cross-travelers couldn't eat enough for themselves.So only a small amount was made for the elders to enjoy.But the sales are mediocre, and most of the elders are not interested in this sour and hard stuff.

He took out another chessboard from the drawer, and set it up to study the endgame, which is his usual method when he wants to consider some important issues.

Ma Qianju gnawed on the black bread, his fingers moved on the chessboard, but his mind was spinning fast.

Although many of his own plans were rejected, he was very happy that the status and remuneration of the indigenous cadres were determined at this executive committee meeting. A large number of social reforms must be implemented by the indigenous cadres. He has always believed that the establishment of a new society The key is to rely on "cadres", and a large number of cadres.

Like the county yamen in Daming: a few officials are governed by a group of "little officials" who are untouchables. It is strange that they can do a good job in government affairs.Ma Qianju has always admired the bureaucratic system very much. He firmly believes that the key to the strong social control and executive power that the ancient society and traditional society could not achieve in modern society is the establishment of a huge bureaucratic group.

Time Traveling Group wants to build a modern society, it cannot do without training a large number of its own cadres.

Since Wu De has resigned, the civil affairs committee has directly fallen into his hands.The right to appoint indigenous cadres is under the jurisdiction of the Cadres Division of the Civil Affairs Committee.This gave him greater initiative in reforming the civil administration system in Lingao.

Although Ma Qianju lost the position of the Planning Committee that allowed him to hold the power of the Traveling Group, but as the Secretary of State, he has become the "Prime Minister" of the Traveling Group, and to a certain extent, he has more freedom of action.Through the State Council, you can effectively impose your own will and ideas to various ministries and commissions, instead of relying on the power to allocate resources in the past to indirectly influence the achievement of goals.

What Wu De handed over to him is a stall that has achieved initial results, but many things have just begun, and they will continue to be implemented.He wondered, who will be the People's Commissar of Civil Affairs?
Open recruitment?Ma Qianju couldn't help but sneer.Wouldn't it be absurd to recruit cadres directly without long-term training and inspection.He was mentally arranging personnel files while eating bread, when the door of the office was slammed open.

Dugu just barged in to propose marriage, without looking at Ma Qianzhu who was in the room, and just sat down on the grand master's chair.

"I can't do this job anymore, it's all aimed at me," he cursed angrily, not at anyone, "Is it easy for me? I, who am I doing for? Isn't it for everyone's benefit? Well……"

Ma Qianju didn't raise his head, he tore open the bread carefully and put it into his mouth in small bites.

"Now use me as a prisoner and judge me 'convicted'! Is this the case?! Ask me to become an agricultural technician! I will not be a farmer who rakes the ground to catch poop!"

Ma Qianzhu didn't say a word, took a sip of hot tea, and shook the hard bread that had spilled from his body onto the ground.He picked up the "Lingao Times. Internal Edition" that had just been published on the table.

Dugu couldn't sit still when he proposed marriage, and his tone softened: "Martha, you are the one who decides for me. I didn't just follow your orders..."

"I only asked you to be a good sentinel in Bairen City and take care of the security outside," Ma Qianzhu interrupted him coldly, "I didn't ask you to bring the police team into the city."

"Aren't I afraid that the thugs will attack the executive committee?" Dugu proposed aggrievedly, "You don't know how many people spread bad things about you behind your back in those days. I was afraid that the thugs would take the opportunity to harm you..."

"I walk upright and sit upright, so why should I be afraid of rumors?" Ma Qianzhu snorted, "You have confirmed the rumors a lot by doing this."

"This... this... I didn't mean it..." Dugu proposed marriage at a loss, "I didn't expect to be used by someone, this old and cunning..."

"Are you still planning to be charged with spreading rumors and slandering?" Ma Qianju interrupted him.

"Then you can't do nothing but do nothing." Dugu couldn't help but feel annoyed when he proposed, "We are tied to the same boat."

"All 521 of us are tied to the same boat." The pawn moved the other pawn over, and he turned his head in a leisurely manner, "You go to Wu Nanhai's confinement for a month honestly, and write more deeply. Lao Wu is a good man and will take care of you. From now on, I will go to Ye Yuming's subordinates to do some crimes and meritorious service, don't talk too much. I have greeted him, and I will try my best to arrange you to do some administrative work."

"Martha, you..." Dugu proposed a desperate look on his face when he heard that his future would be working with mud.

Ma Qianju waved his hand to tell him not to interrupt himself: "You should clean up the things you messed up yourself."

The face of Dugu proposing marriage was a little pale, and he couldn't tell whether it was fear or anger, but no matter what kind of emotion it was, it was enough to make him jump up and shout:
"Ma Qianzhu, don't think that I don't know what kind of tricks you are playing, you are trying to lose your car to protect your handsomeness! You used to use me as a gunman! Now you want to draw a line with me!"

The pawn just leisurely looked at the chessboard in front of him, chewing on the black bread, as if he didn't hear his roar.After he finished venting, he said slowly:

"Marriage proposal! Remember, never assign factions and labels to yourself-this will make mistakes."

"Okay! I'll do it myself! I'll do it myself in the future!" Dugu rushed out after finishing his proposal.

Ma Qianzhu put away the chessboard with a sullen face.Losing Dugu's marriage proposal is a great loss for him, but after this incident, if he doesn't draw a clear line with him, it will become a fatal wound in his political life.

(End of this chapter)