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In addition to the monthly plenary meeting, there are weekly briefings for ministers and high-level party leaders. In addition to the speeches of the main leaders, the 12 sub-ministers, every time they hold a meeting, they must report in detail on the completion of various tasks in their districts, the progress of the completion of various plans, each time there is a ranking, every time there is a comparison, the top of the ranking enjoy praise and rewards, and the bottom of the ranking is criticized and punished.

The pressure of competition within the party is very strong, and every branch minister is laborious and hard, but none of them relaxes, they know that there are no people below who have been peeping into their positions and trying their best to pull them down.

After all, all tasks are issued by the headquarters, directly to the branches, and arranged and assigned by the branch heads. With the status and rights of the head of the sub-department, if the operation is good, the speed of grabbing merit points will be several times that of ordinary members, and in many cases, even the members of the headquarters cannot be compared with them.

Today, too, is a routine headquarters meeting.

Adolf Hitler, Party Leader and General Headquarters, Klose Miloslav, Deputy General Headquarters, Matt Damon, Chief of Staff, Eva Braun, Secretary of the Secretariat, and 12 branch ministers gathered for today's meeting as usual.

No, it's still a little different from usual. Although their tones were calm when they made reports or answered inquiries, their eyes were a little erratic. From time to time, I would look up and sneak a peek in a certain direction.

What they peeked at was not the three giants of the headquarters, but the second on the left-hand side, the head of the Zeller branch, who was sitting on the left hand side like them.

The head of the branch is a young man, who used to have a very out-of-the-box personality and cynicism, and likes to mingle with the three sects and nine streams on Cuiliu Street, but now, he is as calm as an old man who sees through the world. He made a sonorous report: "In the past week, we have completed a total of 115 tasks in Panko District, exceeding the planning progress of the headquarters by 15 percent. In addition, he thwarted two despicable disruptive actions of the Sorbians, and successfully completed three marches and rallies without danger, effectively expanding the ......"

The sub-ministers reported one after another, and the bigwigs of the headquarters also commented and guided as usual, and finally, the meeting came to an end.

"Okay, that's all for today's memories, please make persistent efforts, properly arrange the work tasks for the next week, and continue to contribute to the development of our German National Socialist Party!" Deputy General Director Klose made a concluding speech.

As usual, everyone should pack up their things at this time and prepare to go back, but today, no one moved, everyone sat in place, looking at their noses and noses, and their hands were pretending to sort out this document, but they couldn't sort it out for half a day.

Finally, in the midst of the great anticipation of the people, the head of the Ziller stood up, firmly and forcefully, and walked in front of the party leader, Mr. Adolf.

His voice suppressed infinite excitement, and his tone was full of trills that could not be concealed: "Respect the party leader, after last week's hard work, I have accumulated 5,000 merit points, I think, here, officially apply to exchange for martial arts!

"Did you bring the application?" said Adolf, in a calm tone.

"Brought," said Sub-Minister Ziller, whose excitement and nervousness had overflowed into his throat, and his hands trembled, and he handed over the application with clear handwriting and flat paper.

"Oh, the matter of martial arts exchange is not in my hands, you can just leave it to Comrade Matt. Adolf smiled, but didn't take the thin piece of paper.

Zhang Ang sighed, stood up, took the paper that was light and thin, but seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds, scanned it briefly, and then patted the shoulder of Branch Minister Qiler, and said, "Okay, come with me." ”

Walking through the long aisle with him and out of the house at the headquarters, Zhang Ang stopped, turned to him and asked, "By the way, you know the rules for exchanging martial arts, have you arranged the work of the branch?"

"Ann...... It was arranged, and I arranged for Comrade Ron to temporarily replace me. Sub-Minister Ziller replied without hesitation.

"That's good, let's go straight out of town. Zhang Ang turned his head again.

"Out of town?" said Sub-Minister Ziller, a little surprised.

"Of course, do you think that such an important thing as teaching martial arts will be held in the city? What if it is wiped out by the gendarmerie?" Zhang Ang asked rhetorically.

"Okay, I see. Sub-Minister Zeller lowered his eyebrows and chose to remain silent.

The two were silent all the way out of the city. The checkpoint at the city gate had long been removed, and the two were not hindered in any way. After repeatedly confirming that no one was following him, Zhang Ang took the branch minister of Qile to a remote farm outside the city, passed by rows of small houses that had long been empty, and led him into the large granary of the original farm.

The granary was empty, except for a few bales of hay and a few cloth bags piled up in the corner.

"Are you sure it's for 'Knife of the Wind: Autumn Song'? Zhang Ang closed the door of the granary and made the final confirmation to the branch minister of Ziller.

"Yes, my lord, I'm sure!" said Commissar Zeller, who seemed to have made a deliberate, deliberate decision.

"That's good. Zhang Ang didn't talk nonsense, groped in his arms a few times, and handed him the book that was not thick.

The excitement of the branch minister Zeller was completely unbearable, he breathed heavily, his eyes were blazing, he stared directly at the book of sword secrets, and his hands couldn't wait to stretch over.

Fortunately, he still maintained a trace of rationality, and also knew some etiquette of humility and humility, and while taking the cheats, he thanked him repeatedly, and repeatedly promised: "Thank you, my lord, I will definitely work hard to cultivate, I will definitely work hard to cultivate!"

"You have a week, there is straw, food, and water over there, and during this time, you stay here, practice swordsmanship, and don't go out of this granary, understand?" Zhang Ang commanded. "This time next week, I'll come and take the cheats back and take you away, understand?"

"Understand, understand, I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to practice the sword technique, I'm not going anywhere!"

"Oh, yes, eat this. As if he suddenly remembered something, Zhang Ang took out a white porcelain bottle from his bosom and poured out a brown pill.

"What is this?" said Sub-Minister Ziller, who looked puzzled and frightened.

"Some necessary safeguards to prevent you from betraying the Order in the future, or privately passing on the secrets to others. Zhang Ang was expressionless, and said coldly: "I think, if you understand it and get it, you must have to pay." This sword technique did not fall from the sky. ”

"I understand. Sub-Minister Qiler took a few deep breaths, trembled a little, took the pill in Zhang Ang's palm, didn't look at it, and threw it into his mouth at once.

"This?" Sub-Minister Qiler only felt that as soon as the pill was in his stomach, a warm current burst out of his dantian, stirring endlessly in his dantian, very comfortable.

"Sit down, do your luck!" Zhang Ang's cold voice came.

Without hesitation, the head of the Zeller branch sat down and began to carry out the internal strength of the family heirloom according to the instructions.

Zhang Ang walked behind him, took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom again, poured some liquid into the palm of his hand, and after a while, the air in his palm steamed, turning the liquid into a piece of ice flakes as thin as a cicada's wings.

In a moment, he slapped his palm on the back of Branch Minister Ziller, and slapped the ice chip into his body.

"What are you?" said Sub-Minister Zeller, who was a little puzzled.

Zhang Ang didn't have time to explain to him, so he said coldly again: "Don't talk nonsense, continue to exercise!"

Zhang Ang's internal force probed into his body and helped him dissolve the medicinal power in the dantian, and after a while, a large piece of wet body was on Branch Minister Qiler's body.

Zhang Ang slowly finished his work, and the branch minister Qile also opened his eyes and stood up: "What are you giving me food?"

"It's just a poison, it happens once a year, and if someone supports it in a special way, it can increase internal strength. Zhang Ang explained simply.

"Then ......," said the head of the Zeeller Division, who looked a little entangled: "What if there is no one to support it?"

"Then the whole body is itchy and painful, one day at a time, one day at a time, one day at a time, nine hundred and eighty-one days, then gradually decreased, after eighty-one days, and then again, and so on, endlessly. Zhang Ang summed it up simply: "You don't have to worry too much, it's better to live than to die." ”

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Branch Minister Zeller once again solemnly assured: "I will never betray the organization, please be sure to ......"

"Alright, let's go practice. Zhang Ang interrupted his loyalty, "I'll come back in a week!"

With that, he went straight out of the warehouse.

Silently, Zhang Ang jumped on the roof of the granary, lay on it, and watched the cold moon at night.

In the past few months, the development momentum of the party has been very good, one branch after another has been formed, and the branches in other cities have been connected again, and the number of members has been increasing.

However, Zhang Ang's heart was still very depressed, not because of the poison in his body, this poisonous smoke had been tempered by him for so many years, and it had already been dispelled, and even the original deviation was much purer, allowing him to easily break through the original bottleneck, enter the realm of the great grandmaster, and slowly continue to strength, presumably after a few months, he could try to impact the Venerable realm.

It's just that he is a little worried, worried about whether he is right to do this, and it is naturally an excellent way to drive people with benefits, but this is undoubtedly not long-lasting, now there are still few people, and the scene can still be controlled, and when it really develops and grows, it will become thousands of people, or even tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people, all kinds of people, mixed with fish and dragons, different qualities, and it will be difficult to control and master at that time.

Just like now, looking at the original prediction, it is impossible for someone to accumulate so many merit points so quickly. But this Ziller, relying on his status as a branch minister, withheld most of the high-value tasks and left them for himself to do such a rapid accumulation of merit points.

But the rewards of the task are fluctuating, such as a speech, 1 to 10 merit points, the headquarters will shoot the reviewers mixed in the crowd, and look at the effect of the speech to score the speaker, just like a speech genius like Adolf, when he is not in a good state, he will also get some 7 points and 8 points. But this Ziller, I don't know how he spent it, bought off those judges, causing him to get 9 or 10 points for each task, causing him to be the first every time, and there were other awards. In just over three months, it has accumulated 5,000 points, which almost made Zhang Ang's preparation a little out of time.

Zhang Ang naturally knows these things, after all, there are still many people who report the message, make a small report, and deliver anonymous letters, and after a little confirmation, you can know what is going on.

However, Zhang Ang discussed with Adolf several times, but they did not decide to deal with him.

First, he did not go too far, did not make any mistakes of principle, worked very hard, and completed those tasks well, and indeed made a great contribution to the party.

Second, after all, he is the first batch of old members, and he is also the highest score, if he is punished, it will be difficult for others to figure out what others think, and they will wonder if the whole merit point system is fake, once there are many merit points, they will try their best to kill them, so as not to fulfill their promises.

Third, in fact, their high-level leaders themselves are not clean, Adolf himself is fine, the key is that he has been fighting with that Eva recently, although after being reminded by Zhang Ang, he has restrained a little. But on weekdays, she takes care of that Eva in every way, and often deliberately makes some meritorious points, and has easy tasks for her to do, opening the door to her convenience.

Fourth, even if Zhang Ang is related, he is not sure to grasp a good degree, the mistakes they make are all minor mistakes, not big mistakes, like Adolf, who is still the leader of the party on the surface. What is the right punishment? It's hard to grasp.

Alas, it's really not easy to do anything, if only there was someone to advise and share the burden.

Zhang Ang didn't miss Albert a little, although Albert is not extremely smart, but he has always been well-informed, and he is from an aristocratic background, so he should have heard of these things, and can provide some advice.

The most important thing is that there is still a lack of someone who can fully believe in Ah, and Adolf, even if they have signed a contract that will never betray, but between the two, it is still more like a cooperative relationship than a close partner.

Listening to the whistling sound of the long knife waving in the granary, Zhang Ang thought quietly.

How can we solve these problems? These are still small problems, but once the organization grows, these problems can become big problems, even fatal problems, and become the source of their organizational disintegration!

Zhang Ang closed his eyes, what did those ancestors do?

After I don't know how long, Zhang Angmeng opened his eyes violently.

Yes, I am alone, no matter how high my martial arts are, it is impossible to monitor everyone!

I have to set up an organization! a supervisory body! a discipline inspection commission! an independent organization that implements the party program, enforces party discipline, and guarantees the purity and discipline of the party!

A party whip that is under my control alone!

(To be continued.) )