usatvline Chapter 341 Selecting a Secretary
Chapter 341 Selecting a Secretary
Jia Weihe, member of the district party committee and director of the office, is 41 years old and is at the deputy director level.
Min Anzhi, member of the district party committee and director of the United Front Work Department, is 40 years old and at the deputy director level.
Pei Xueming, member of the district party committee and director of the armed forces department, is 42 years old and at the deputy director level.
With these ten people, plus Yuan Mu, the entire Daoli District Party Committee Standing Committee team has been formed, with a total of eleven people.
Now is the time to develop the economy. It is estimated that in a few years the party working committee secretaries of the streets below will be promoted to the standing committee members, but this is not the case now.
Soon Ye Zhiyi announced the appointment of Yuan Mu at the meeting. After a few days of voting at the People's Congress, he would officially take office as the acting district chief.
This National People's Congress is actually just a formality. The local National People's Congress dare not and cannot refute anything that the superiors have agreed to. If Yuan Mu loses the election at the National People's Congress, it will be a big joke. The first to bear the brunt of the consequences will be Li Zhiming. Who made him the director of the National People's Congress?
Yuan Mu lost the election at the National People's Congress. Did you, Li Zhiming, question the appointment by your superiors? Do you still want to be the district party secretary?
After announcing the appointment, Ye Zhiyi spoke a few more words, which were nothing more than some official jargon and nonsense. Then he left, and only eleven of them were left in the meeting room.
Li Zhiming suggested that they have dinner together in the evening as a welcome party for Yuan Mu, and everyone naturally agreed happily.
After a meal, Yuan Mu became familiar with these people in the district. However, just as he had thought at the beginning, ten people have eleven schemes. Although they said nice things on the surface, Yuan Mu always felt uncomfortable. He was not as comfortable as when he was at the public security bureau before.
All they do is shout slogans. They mention the people and the masses all day long. They shout so loudly that it's hard to tell whether they really do it.
Two days later, the People's Congress was held as scheduled, and Yuan Mu was successfully elected as the deputy secretary of the Daoli District Party Committee and acting district mayor, and officially took office.
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Daoli District Government, on the third floor, on the right hand side, there is an innermost office with a sign saying "District Mayor's Office" on it. This is Yuan Mu's office.
This office is about 20 square meters. It is not big, but not small either. There is no clear standard for the office area of officials and cadres. His office and the secretary's are basically the same size. The offices of other leaders are not as big as theirs.
There is a desk in the office, with an office chair, a sofa, a coffee table, and some other things like filing cabinets.
At this time, Yuan Mu was sitting in his chair with a cigarette in his right hand. In front of him stood a man with a smile on his face. This man was the district government's chief steward and director of the district government office, Fang Huifeng.
Although his duties are similar to those of the district party committee office director, their identities are different. One has become a member of the Standing Committee, while Fang Huifeng has not, and his rank is also deputy division level.
Fang Huifeng looked at the leader in front of him and sighed in his heart. He was 32 years old, a deputy department-level leader, and the head of the district government. Tsk tsk, it's true that if you compare yourself to others, you will die, and if you compare goods, you will throw them away. He is already 40 years old this year, and still a deputy division-level leader.
Although he thought so in his heart, he still smiled as he handed a document to Yuan Mu.
"District Head, this is the information of the secretaries in the secretarial section of the District Party Committee Office. Please take a look and see if there is anything you like. I can also cooperate with you in the future."
In fact, it stands to reason that only officials at the vice-ministerial level and above can be equipped with full-time secretaries, but regulations are regulations. In reality, even county and department-level leaders have secretaries, but they are not called secretaries, but liaison officers.
Yuan Mu nodded and took the document and started to look through it. Most of the secretaries on it were in their twenties, with a few in their thirties. Most of them graduated from technical secondary schools, and a few graduated from universities, but not from good universities.
"Is that all? Is there anything else?" After looking for a while, Yuan Mu frowned and looked up and asked.
"District Chief, that's all." Fang Huifeng was a little nervous. He could see that his leader seemed a little dissatisfied.
"Oh!" Yuan Mu sighed and looked through it again for a while.
"Ge Ziming, Song Zian, please call these two people for me so I can see what they are like." Finally, Yuan Mu picked two college graduates, who were considered the best among these people and were not too old, around 26 or 27 years old.
"Okay, leader. Then shall I call Ge Ziming first?" Fang Huifeng asked tentatively.
"Well, go ahead!" Yuan Mu nodded.
Soon, a man in his twenties was brought into Yuan Mu's office by Fang Huifeng. This man was Ge Ziming. He was about 1.75 meters tall, wore a pair of glasses, and was gentle and refined, which really fit the image of a secretary.
When he saw Yuan Mu sitting there, he felt inexplicably nervous, but he still gritted his teeth and greeted him.
"Hello, District Chief Yuan, I'm Ge Ziming."
"Comrade Ziming, don't be nervous, sit down." Yuan Mu smiled and pointed to the chair in front of him.
"District Chief, I'll be leaving first." Fang Huifeng tactfully suggested leaving.
As soon as Fang Huifeng left, Ge Ziming became even more nervous, his hands were tangled together and clenched tightly. Yuan Mu could see that he was very nervous, which was normal. After all, he was the district chief, it would be strange if he was not nervous.
Yuan Mu has been in the position of a leading cadre for so many years that he naturally has an official air, and there is an invisible temperament that suppresses others.
"Comrade Ziming, when were you born and how many years have you been working?" Yuan Mu tried his best to smile kindly to relieve his nervousness.
"District Chief Yuan, I was born in 1960 and have been working here for three years."
“Have you always been in the district government?”
"Yes, I graduated in 1983 and was assigned to the secretarial department of the district government after graduation."
Yuan Mu shook his head imperceptibly. It seemed that Ge Ziming had problems with his interpersonal relationships and his personality seemed a bit dull. A person with such a personality would not be successful in the officialdom. No wonder no one had hired him as a secretary for three years.
Afterwards, Yuan Mu chatted with him for a while, basically answering whatever he asked. Yuan Mu felt a little dry in the mouth, so he picked up the thermos cup on the table and found that it was out of water. He put it down again, but Ge Ziming didn't seem to notice and didn't mean to pour water, which made Yuan Mu deny Ge Ziming in his heart.
It's not that Yuan Mu has to be served by someone, but the job of a secretary is like this. If you can't even do the most basic thing of pouring water, what else can you trust him to do in the future? In Northeastern dialect, it means you have no tact.
"Okay, Comrade Ziming, please go out first and call Song Zian for me."
"Okay, District Chief Yuan!" Ge Ziming finally breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure was too great and he just wanted to leave here as soon as possible.