The income of indigenous officials is divided into three parts: one is "position salary" - which official receives the salary according to his position; the other is "level salary" - this part has nothing to do with the position of the indigenous official, only with his service to the traversing regime.
The number of years is related to the degree of contribution. The total income of a senior clerk at the grassroots level may be higher than that of a junior mid-level official. Xiao Zishan believes that this can allow indigenous cadres to feel at ease with their grassroots and business work. It will not cause the grassroots and business to be neglected.
The more you work, the more skilled you become, but the more you work, the more you work there is no future. As long as you do a good job, you will earn a lot of money. The last piece is "subsidies 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. But before the meeting ended, the executive committee
We still have to study the meeting communiqué word for word - not only to solve the remaining issues before the plenary meeting, but also to consider the reaction of the masses. This is really not a good taste of democracy.
So at the final stage of the meeting, everyone unanimously decided to add a secretary-general to the executive committee. He is not an executive committee member, but is responsible for the clerical work of the executive committee.
"I think Mu Quan is a good person. He is very good at taking shorthand notes for meetings..." Ma Qianxu was interrupted by Wu De as soon as he started speaking.
"Duke, don't forget that we have just established a cadre system——"
"Oh, yes, the recruitment should be open." Ma Qianzhu thought about it, "Then let's recruit, and put the news on the internal bbs."
"Okay, I will take care of this matter," Xiao Zishan agreed, "I also need an organization director. Let's recruit them together."
"It's up to you." Wen Desi said, "Ordinary people can't be the director of the organization department, and the position is very critical. You have to be careful in your choice."
"I know."
After the meeting, the executive committee members turned off the lights and came out of the conference room in a daze. It was already getting slightly brighter, and the reveille bugle in the military camp was being played. Several executive committee members were eager to eat something and sleep.
He left quickly without saying anything.
Ma Qianzhu felt a little refreshed by the cold wind. For a while, he felt that he couldn't sleep, so he simply went back to the office.
Hou Wenyong has already come to work and has cleaned the large office used by indigenous clerks and clerks outside Ma Qianxu's office. Like all the indigenous people who have been taken in, educated, and employed by the Cross-Travel Group, he has great feelings for the Cross-Travel Group.
A great sense of gratitude does not simply regard oneself as a paid "guy" or a "cadre" in "Newspeak", but as a master-slave relationship with a closer personal attachment.
If it weren't for the strict entry and exit system for indigenous people in places like the Executive Committee Compound, Hou Wenyong would almost sleep there - he took this as a matter of course.
All the indigenous people who can be in Bairen City, except for a very small number, live together in a special courtyard in the city. After 21:00 every night, all the indigenous people must return to their dormitories and be locked by sentries. In the morning
You can only come out after 6 o'clock. Some workaholic veterans have already started working at this time. There is no entertainment here in Lingao, and everyone goes to bed early and gets up early.
Ma Qianzhu asked Hou Wenyong, "Make a cup of tea, make it strong!"
"Yes, Chief!" Hou Wenyong responded and was about to exit, but then stopped, "Chief, you haven't had breakfast yet. Do you want me to call the cafeteria and take care of it?"
"No, you need to sort out the information on the table first." Ma Qianzhu felt that his thoughts were a bit messy, and he wanted to sit down and drink tea to sort them out.
Hou Wenyong brought him hot tea and carefully closed the door when he exited. He could already tell Chief Ma's thoughts from his face. Ma Qianxu opened one of the countless drawers around him and looked inside
He took out a lunch box, which contained Russian-style black bread baked in the canteen. This was originally intended for the army to eat because it was resistant to hunger and not easy to spoil. However, the canteen found that it took a lot of time to bake, and the wheat output was too high.
The food was so low that the people who traveled through time didn't have enough to eat themselves. So they only produced a small amount for the elders to enjoy. However, the sales were very average, and most of the elders were not interested in this sour and hard thing.
He took out another chessboard from the drawer, put the pieces on it and studied the endgame. This was his usual method when he wanted to consider some important issues.
Ma Qianzhu gnawed on the black bread and moved his fingers on the chessboard, but his mind was racing rapidly.
Although many of his plans were rejected, he was very happy that the executive committee meeting determined the status and remuneration of indigenous cadres - a large number of social reforms depended on indigenous cadres to implement. He has always believed that building a new society
The key is to rely on "cadres", and a large number of cadres.
Like the county yamen of the Ming Dynasty: a few officials are managed by a group of untouchable "petty officials". It's strange that they can do a good job in government affairs. Ma Qianzhu has always admired the bureaucracy. He firmly believes that the reason why modern society is
The key to achieving strong social control and execution capabilities that ancient and traditional societies could not achieve is the establishment of a huge bureaucratic group.
If Chuanchuan Group wants to build a modern society, it cannot do so without cultivating a large number of its own cadres.
Since Wu De has resigned, the Civil Affairs Commission has fallen directly into his hands. The appointment power of indigenous cadres is under the jurisdiction of the Cadre Division of the Civil Affairs Commission. This gives him greater scope to reform the civil affairs system of the entire Lingao.
initiative.
Although Ma Qianzhu lost his position on the Planning Commission, which once allowed him to control the power of the Crossing Group, as Secretary of State, he legitimately became the "Prime Minister" of the Crossing Group, and to a certain extent, he had more freedom of action. Through the State Council,
You can effectively impose your own will and ideas on various ministries and departments, rather than relying on the past allocation of resources to indirectly influence the achievement of goals.
What Wu De handed over to him was a stall that had initially achieved results. However, many things had just begun and had to be continued. He was thinking, who would take the position of People's Commissar of Civil Affairs?
Open recruitment? Ma Qianzhi couldn't help but sneer. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to directly recruit cadres without long-term training and examination? He was eating bread and arranging personnel files in his mind when the door of the office was violently knocked open.
Dugu proposed and just barged in without even looking at Ma Qianzhu in the room. He just sat down on the Taishi's chair.
"I can't do this job anymore, it's all coming for me," he cursed angrily, not to anyone, "Is it easy for me? Who am I doing this for? Isn't it for everyone's benefit?"
Well……"
Ma Qian didn't even raise his head, he carefully tore open the bread and put it into his mouth in small bites.
"Now they are treating me as a prisoner, and they have sentenced me to be 'guilty'! What's going on?! You want me to be an agricultural technician! I don't want to be a farmer who rake the ground to catch poop!"
Without saying a word, Ma Qianzhu took a sip of hot tea and shook the hard bread crust that had fallen on him to the ground. He picked up the "Lingao Times. Internal Edition" that had just been published on the table.
Dugu was a little unable to sit still when he proposed, and his tone softened: "Martha, you can make the decision for me. I am not doing this all because of you..."
"I only asked you to be a sentry in Bairen City and take care of the public security outside," Ma Qianzhu interrupted him coldly, "I didn't ask you to lead the police team into the city."
"Aren't I afraid that the thugs will attack the executive committee?" Dugu Sui asked aggrievedly, "You don't know how many people were spreading 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, why are I afraid of rumors?" Ma Qianzhu snorted, "You have confirmed the rumors a lot by doing this."
"This...this...I didn't mean to..." Dugu proposed at a loss, "I didn't expect to be taken advantage of by someone, this cunning person..."
"Are you still going to be convicted of spreading rumors and slandering?" Ma Qianxu interrupted him.
"Then you can't just ignore it." Dugu proposed, a little angrily, "We are tied to the same boat."
"All 521 of us are tied to the same boat." The pawn moved another chess piece over, and he turned his head without haste, "You will be conscientiously confined to Wu Nanhai for a month. Write a more profound note.
Check. Lao Wu is a good man and will take care of you. From now on, he will look at the chessboard in front of him leisurely, chewing the black bread, pretending not to hear his roar. After he finished venting, he slowly said:
"Propose! Remember, never classify or label yourself - you will make a mistake."
"Okay! I'll take responsibility for what I do! I'll do it myself from now on!" Dugu proposed and rushed out.
Ma Qianzhu put the chessboard away with a expression on his face. Losing Dugu's proposal was a great loss for him, but after this incident, if he did not draw a clear line with him, it would become a fatal wound in his political life.