"Month, the income of officials is divided into two parts! The block is the "job salary" Xi, what job salary does the public receive; One is the "rank salary", which has nothing to do with the position of an indigenous official, but only with the length of service and contribution to the crossing of the regime. The total income of a senior junior clerk may be higher than that of a junior mid-level official. Xiao Zishan believes that this can make indigenous cadres feel at ease at the grassroots level and their own professional work. It will not create a situation in which the grassroots level and the more skilled the business work becomes, but the more it does, the more promising it is. As long as the business is done well, the income is not a lot. Zuihou is a "allowance and welfare" that is paid according to the nature of the work, and tends to be dangerous, heavy, and arduous positions. This was followed by a lengthy discussion on a range of issues. This time, the plenary meeting of the Executive Committee was held all night, and everyone in Zuihou felt tired and hungry, but before the meeting was dismissed, the members of the Executive Committee had to study the communiqué of the meeting word by word to solve the remaining problems before the plenary meeting, and they also had to take into account the reaction of the masses. So at the zuihou stage of the meeting, it was unanimously decided to add a secretary general of the executive committee, who is not a member of the executive committee, but is responsible for the paperwork of the executive committee.

"Muquan this. I can look at people, the shorthand of the meeting he is responsible for is very good," Ma Qianzhu was interrupted by Du De as soon as he said the beginning.

"Governor, don't forget that we have just formulated a cadre system"

"Oh yes, there should be an open hire." Ma Qianzhuo thought about it, "Then let's recruit it." Hang the news on the internal scarcity"

"Okay, I'll do this," Xiao Zishan promised, "I still need an organization director." Let's recruit together, too. ”

"You can do it." Wen Desi said, "The director of the organization department can't do it in general, and the position is very critical, so you should choose carefully." ”

"I know."

After the meeting was adjourned, the members of the executive committee turned off the lights and came out of the conference room in a drowsy state, the sky was already slightly bright, and the wake-up horn in the barracks was playing. Several members of the executive committee were anxious to go to eat and sleep, and hurried away without saying a word.

Ma Qianzhuo was blown by the cold wind and felt a little uplifted. I felt like I couldn't sleep for a while, so I simply went back to the office.

Hou Wenyong had already come to work, and had already cleaned a large office used by indigenous clerks and clerks outside Ma Qianzhu's office. Like all the natives who have been sheltered, educated, and appointed by the Crossing Group, he has a great sense of gratitude to the Crossing Group, and does not simply regard himself as a paid "buddy" or a "cadre" in "Xinhua", but as a more closely attached master-slave relationship.

If it weren't for the strict aboriginal access system in places like the Executive Committee compound, Hou Wenyong would almost have slept in it, and he took it for granted.

All the natives who can be in the city except for a very few people are concentrated in a special courtyard in the city, and every night once the fields are passed, all the natives must return to the dormitory, and the door is closed and locked by the sentry. It doesn't come out until after 6 a.m. Some workaholic veterans are already 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, be strong!"

"Yes, Chief!" Hou Wenyong was about to withdraw, but stopped again, "Chief, you haven't had breakfast yet, do you want me to call the cafeteria to take care of it?" ”

"No, you sort out the information on the table first" Ma Qianzhuo felt that his thinking was a little messy, and he wanted to sit down and drink tea to sort it out.

Hou Wenyong brought him hot tea, and carefully closed the door when he exited. He could already tell from Chief Ma's face what he was thinking. Ma Qianzhuo opened one of the countless drawers beside him and took out a lunch box from it, which contained Russian-style black bread baked in the canteen, which was originally intended for the army to eat, because it was resistant to hunger and not easy to spoil, but the canteen found that it took a lot of time to bake, and the yield of wheat was too low, so it was not enough to eat by himself. So only a small amount was made for the elders to enjoy. But the market is very average, and most of the patriarchs are not interested in this sour and hard thing.

He took out a chessboard from the drawer and put the pieces on the endgame and studied it, which was his usual method when he had to consider some major issue.

Ma Qianzhu nibbled on black bread, his fingers swimming on the chessboard, but his brain was spinning fast.

Although many of his own jihua were rejected, the status and remuneration of the indigenous cadres at this executive committee meeting made him happy that a large number of social reforms depended on the indigenous cadres, and he had always believed that the key to building a new society was to rely on "cadres" and a large number of cadres.

Like the county yamen of the Ming Dynasty: a few officials, relying on a group of untouchable officials to "govern, it is strange that they can do a good job in government affairs." Ma Qianzhu has always been a very "exemplary bureaucracy", and he firmly believes that the key to the modern society's ability to achieve strong social control and execution that the ancient society and the hunger and hunger alliance could not achieve, is to establish a huge bureaucracy.

If the group wants to build a modern society, it will not work without training a large number of its own cadres.

Since the ministry has already left his post, the civil affairs committee has fallen directly 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 a greater initiative in reforming the civil affairs system of Lingao as a whole.

Although Ma Qianzhu has lost the position of the Planning Commission, which once held the power of the crossing group, as the secretary of state, he has rightly become the "prime minister" of the crossing group, and to a certain extent, he has more freedom of action. Through the Council of State, it is possible to effectively exert its own will and ideas to the ministries, instead of relying on the power to allocate resources in the past to indirectly influence the achievement of goals.

What Dude handed over to him was a stall that had not achieved initial results, but many things had just begun and had to be continued. He wondered, who will be the People's Commissar of Civil Affairs?

Open recruitment? Ma Qianzhu couldn't help but scoff. It is not an absurd thing to recruit cadres directly without long-term training and inspection. He was eating bread and sorting out his personnel files in his mind when the office door was slammed open. Dugu's marriage proposal just broke in, didn't look at Ma Qianzhu in the house, and sat on the Taishi chair by himself.

"I can't do this job, it's all for me" he scolded angrily, not to anyone, "Am I easy, I'm doing this for, not for everyone's interests."

Ma Qianzhuo didn't raise his head, he carefully tore open the bread and sent it to his mouth one by one.

"Now use me as a prisoner, and sentence me" to be convicted.! What's going on?! You want me to be an agricultural technician! I'm not a farmer who rakes the ground and scoops up poop! ”

Ma Qianzhu didn't say a word, took a sip of hot tea, and shook the hard crust of the dagger to the ground. Picked up the just-published "Lingao Times Internal Edition" on the table.

Dugu's marriage proposal was a little unable to sit still. The tone softened: "Martha, you are here to be my master, I don't do this to listen to you"

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

"Am I not afraid that the mob will storm the Executive Committee? Dugu proposed and said aggrievedly, "You don't know how many people are talking bad about you behind your back in those days." I'm afraid that the thugs want to take the opportunity to do you no

"I walk right, sit up straight, what gossip are you afraid of?" Ma Qianzhuo snorted, "When you come like this, you have confirmed the rumors a lot."

"This" this "I didn't mean to". Dugu was at a loss for a marriage proposal, "I didn't expect to be used, this cunning old man."

"Are you still going to be convicted of spreading rumors and slander? Ma Qianzhuo interrupted him.

"Then you can't die without help." Dugu's marriage proposal couldn't help but be a little angry, "We're tied to the same boat." ”

"We are all tied to a boat, and the carriage moved the other chess piece, not in a hurry, not slow, he turned his head" "You honestly go to Wu Nanhai and confine yourself for a month, and write a profound examination." Lao Wu is a good person and will take care of you. In the future, I will go to Ye Yuming's hands to do a good job of making meritorious contributions, and don't talk more. I've said hello to him, and I'll try to arrange for you to do some administrative work. ”

"Martha, you" Dugu proposed marriage as soon as he heard that his future was to deal with mud. There was a look of despair on his face.

Ma Qianzhu waved his hand and told him not to interrupt himself: "What you caused yourself, you should clean it up by yourself."

Dugu's face 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 for him to jump up and shout:

"Ma Qianzhu, don't think I don't know what tricks you're playing, you're going to lose the car to protect your handsomeness! You used to use me as a gunman! Now you want to make a line with me! ”

The pawn just looked leisurely at the chessboard in front of him, chewing on the black bread, but did not listen to the other roars. When he finished venting, he said slowly:

"Propose! Remember, never give yourself a factional, labeling yourself as a mistake to make. ”

"Alright! I do it myself! I'll do it myself in the future! After Dugu finished proposing, he rushed out.

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