Section 355: General Administration of Political Defense
Section 355 General Administration of Political Security
For such a person, even in the same courtyard, there are some people who don't know him. Some people even never knew that this person existed.
Zhao Manxiongski seemed very satisfied with his existence. He seemed to have entered a state of hibernation.
When Ma Jia went to see him and raised the hope of him serving as the director of the Political Security Bureau, Zhao Manxiong was reading a "Textbook on Civil Engineering Works" with a soft and indifferent smile on his face.
After listening to Ma Jia's suggestion that he be the director of political security, he raised a question:
"The General Political Security Bureau is affiliated with the Arbitration Tribunal, right?"
"Yes, this is indeed the case in terms of organizational structure," Ma Jia was afraid that he would think this position was not high enough, "but the business is independent..."
"If I'm not mistaken, this structural refresh of the Executive Committee does not implement the system of separation of powers. Your position is equivalent to one of the members of the Politburo Standing Committee in charge of politics and law."
"Yes."
"So, the Political Security Administration—no, it is the General Administration now, is not directly under the Executive Committee?"
Ma Jia is a little hesitant, which is true in terms of affiliation. But he still hasn't figured out whether the executive committee has direct control over this organization.
"That's true in terms of affiliation." Ma Jia thought, could it be that Zhao Manxiongski doesn't want to work under me, a political upstart? Isn't this guy ambitious?
"If that's the case, I'm willing to accept this position." Zhao Manxiong said without any coyness, "However, I have a few requirements."
"No problem, please mention it." Ma Jia was very happy.
"I don't want to be the director of the General Political Security Bureau," Zhao Manxiongski said. "I have to meet and report all day long. I'm not interested in doing this."
What did Ma Jia think this meant? He said: "What do you mean?"
"Director, you can appoint whoever you want. Maybe you can also serve concurrently. I just want to do specific business work."
"I think I understand, Deputy Director?"
"That's what I mean." Zhao Manxiongski nodded, "My time is very precious and cannot be used on a lot of administrative work."
"This is okay. I agree."
"Second request, I like the current environment very much." Zhao Manxiongski continued with his soft smile, "Since the Internal Affairs Committee has been abolished under the new system, I hope that this yard will be allocated for the exclusive use of the General Security Administration."
"I can't make the decision on this matter, but it should be fine." Ma Jia thought that the executive committee's original intention was not to have powerful departments get together, so it would be nice to separate them.
"Okay, the third request is that I have personnel power over the personnel of the General Administration of Political Security."
"Okay." Ma Jia answered happily, "I will comply with all the personnel transfer orders you issued."
So the deal was concluded. After Xiao Zishan received Ma Jia's request, he felt that the title of "Executive Deputy Director" lacked deterrence. After thinking for a long time, he came up with the title of "General Political Commissar of the General Administration of Political Security" for Zhao Manxiongski.
.The General Political Commissar is not the Director of the General Administration, and he has clearly expressed his responsible position. Ma Jia thinks it is very good.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Manxiong refused to take this title. He modestly stated that this title was too grand and unsuitable for someone like himself who had made no contribution to the crossing group. He would rather have the title of "First Deputy Director of the General Administration of Political Security".
Later, when Ma Jia happened to read a book, he found out why Zhao Manxiongsky didn’t like the prestigious title of “General Political Commissar of the General Administration of Political Security.” It turned out that Yagoda’s last title before his arrest was “General Political Commissar of the National Security Council.”
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The personnel bulletin was quickly issued, and Zhao Manxiong was appointed as the "First Deputy Director of the General Administration of Political Security." As for who the full director was, there was no appointment, and it was actually vacant.
In the tide of organizational adjustment and expansion, Wu Mu, who majored in administrative management and had been in the position of an unhatted leader for a long time, finally got a formal position: he has been officially appointed as a staff member of the Social Work Department of the Civil Affairs Commission.
——The title is "researcher". In fact, he is a handyman in the office.
The chief and deputy directors of the Social Work Department are Du Wen and Dong Weiwei. Generally speaking, it is difficult to work for female leaders, and it is even more difficult to work for female leaders like Du Wen.
Du Wen's work enthusiasm is extremely high. She starts working at 6 o'clock in the morning every day and does not finish work until 0 o'clock in the evening. She is used to going to the countryside during the day, so most of her work is done at night, and Wu Mu often has to accompany her.
He arrived late at night. Every time he went to the countryside, a large amount of research data from the Social Work Office would be added, which made him complain endlessly.
After sorting out information for Du Wen for more than ten days, Wu Mu suddenly discovered that this life was even more difficult than when he had no position and was an unhatted leader. In the past, he was often assigned to do some temporary paperwork, but the work was not busy and he arrived at the office.
I can get off work at 5 o'clock in the evening. I go back to take a shower and have a meal. Although my life is quite boring, I can at least go to bed on time at 9 o'clock.
"Tmd, why did I come to this place?" Wu Mu slammed the documents in his hand on the table, "I quit!" He threw them away and scattered the documents on the floor.
Just as I was thinking about writing my resignation letter, I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind me. Someone was coming! A chill ran up my spine. Could it be that Du Wen was back? No, she went to the Thirteenth Village to arrest the grassroots again this morning.
The political power has been established, and I won't be able to come back until night.
"Is Comrade Wumu here?" a voice rang, right behind him.
Slowly turning around, there was a man standing at the door, with his back to the light, and his face could not be seen clearly. He was wearing an ordinary navy training uniform. But this man was definitely not a navy - he had no
The smell of sea water.
"It's me, what's the matter with you?" Wu Mu asked alertly. Ever since he spoke at the plenary meeting, opposing Sun Li's views and supporting the three counts of executing the elders, he provoked a group of people who insisted that "the rights of elders are above all else."
Not only did some people criticize him fiercely, it is said that these people also used the "iron fist of the elders" to educate him.
Wu Mu knew that Shan Liang, Sun Li and their gang started out in street politics, so it was inevitable that they would not use this method against him. Wu Mu was well aware of the violent and easily incited nature of the masses, so he was always on alert. Pistols
He was successful, but the nature of the conflicts among the people changed when firearms were introduced. He carried a swing stick with him.
The person who came was a stranger, and his whole body exuded an uncomfortable chill. Wu Mu's hand slowly put his hand on the wrestling stick in his trouser pocket.
"Of course there's something wrong. Oh, please take your hands off the stick. I don't mean any harm."
"What do you want?" Wu Mu let go of his hand, pulled out the chair and sat down.
"You are very guarded," the visitor said in a mocking tone, "This is the personal information form you filled out." He slowly took out a piece of paper and read it:
"Wu Mu, 21 years old, 175cm tall, 75kg in weight, has a bachelor's degree in administration, a military history enthusiast, and has experience in outdoor sports."
"Yes, this is my personal information." Wu Mu was surprised. Although the personal information of the time traveler is not considered top-secret information, there are very few individuals who can see it.
"In your personal information, you said that you are a militarist." The person sat down opposite him. He was a fat man. Wu Mu was sure that he had never seen this person before.
"That's right."
"Then why don't you serve in the army," the visitor asked, "and the job intention you filled out is to work in the 'intelligence, anti-special and other secret fronts' - this has nothing to do with militarism."
"I support militarism and it's true that I like the military, but I didn't say that I would become a soldier." Wu Mu said angrily, "Who are you and what do you want to do?"
"Okay, let's be honest. Are you a person who puts the interests of the group first?"
"Yes, that's my opinion."
“What if someone insists on his own interests over the interests of the organization?”
"What exactly do you want to do?" Wu Mu suddenly became alert.
"Being vigilant is a good habit." The visitor nodded, "Are you willing to come to the General Administration of Political Security?"
"joke?!"
"No kidding, comrade."
"I majored in administration, and I am not related to this at all." Although Wu Mu wanted to show off his skills on the secret front, he knew very little about it. He had read a lot of books on this subject, but he knew business knowledge.
Very rarely, I can't help but feel flinching.
“You can learn on the job.”
"I'm very willing." Wu Mu made up his mind, "But I have a problem."
"Please tell me."
“What does the OGPU protect?”
"Certainly the Traverse Group and the whole business."
"For all those who hinder the group and its great cause, should we distinguish between elders and natives?"
The visitor laughed and said, "It's not a good habit to speak too directly."
"Okay, I'm willing to go." Wu Mu nodded.
"Your qualifications are not enough to be the head of the business department, but I think the director of the Office of the General Political Security Service is a good choice. I will be happy to see you at noon tomorrow in the NKVD compound. If you can bring some of your opinions
A written opinion from the GSPU would be even better.”
While Wu Mu was still dazed by his experience, the visitor disappeared. Then he received a call from Xiao Zishan, asking him to "come to the office" in the afternoon.
He got a new appointment that afternoon, and Xiao Zishan handed the transfer order into his hands.
"Go to Zhao Manxiongski's place and do a good job."
"Who is Zhao Manxiong?"
"That's your boss, the head of the General Administration of Political Security," Xiao Zishan asked strangely, "You don't know him? He asked you to go there by name."
"It turns out that this fat man is him." Wu Mu suddenly realized. But he also felt strange, what was it about him that made him so outstanding that the newly minted secret police chief took notice of him?