I hate the Communist Party chapter 178

People used to talk.

It is said that the end of the 19th century and the turn of the 20th century does not simply mean that the century changes, but that the whole world that has lived until now changes.

Another said.

It is said that the 20th century does not simply mean that the number ‘1’ used when counting the century is changed to ‘2’.

‘I don’t think it’s at all.’

“Zugashvili. Are you listening to me?”

“Yes! of course!”

“Then tell me what I just said. What did I tell you to do by tomorrow?”

“Yeah! He asked me to bring a list of schools that are still a member of the Church in connection with education reform, and documents related to Gemstbo who will be in charge of those schools!”

He was the boss who spoke to his subordinate, who seemed to be thinking differently while staring at the air, to correct his usual cheeky attitude and to punish him, but when he listened to the words that came out differently than he thought, he couldn’t see a corner to catch the shit.

“Hmm, yes. You were listening well. Then I’m sorry today, I’m going to go home, so make sure you have everything I just said by tomorrow. Okay? Tomorrow, as soon as I go to work, make sure I have the paperwork on the desk so I can go through it.”

“Okay. Please leave it to me.”

Work, report writing, overtime, and then back to work, report writing, overtime.

For Zugashvili, whether the world to which he belongs was in the 19th or 20th century, it felt like nothing changed.

It was rather thought that the past African crisis had changed the world than it is now.

At that time, there wasn’t much tension in St. Petersburg as it is now.

At that time, all the bureaucrats in the capital showed a figure comparable to that of the war, so that the educational program he was receiving at the time was also suspended.

Fortunately for him, who was still a boy who couldn’t make a ball at the time at the time, the last African crisis ended up incomplete combustion with the rapid intervention of the Russian Empire.

However, the fire that appeared at that time was still holding his breath, waiting only for the opportunity to grow his body.

Waiting for the day when it will turn into a huge flame that will burn Europe at once if something happens.

However, the boy, who was burned with ambition to make it possible to change his life anyway if he had a chance to set the ball, disappeared somewhere.

The only thing left here was a bureaucrat who had been exhausted by his boss, who looked only at the opportunity to punish himself with excessive work and hositamtam.

“Oh, I really hate working overtime. I mean, a dog-like guy just tells me to do it. Erai, go back and get an accident.”

“Director Stolipin should have just heard that. I’m sorry.”

Zugashvili almost jumped out of her seat when she heard the reply from behind her back to the sentence she had spoken out of her mouth without her knowledge, but soon realized who the answer was, and looked back, pretending not to panic.

Then what came into his eyes was a Jewish boy wearing glasses with a confident face that he felt unlucky at any time, or he was now a young man.

“Wow, are you sure you were almost astonished by what I said?”

“not really.”

“No, not what. It seems like that. Hey, Zugashvili is also completely dead. Jugasbilli, who was in an equal position to be educated with him, and who always took his subordinates in line and always looked confident, are there now only members of society who are restless in case of being caught talking about their boss, huh?”

They were two people who shared words that weren’t very advanced from the level of conversation they had in the library as a teenager.

It was Broncitein and Zugashvili, who completed the education program in first and second place respectively, but they also had to start with the minor bureaucrats at first.

This was a result of Stolipin’s intention, not the Tsar, because the Tsar accepted that he, who started his public life as a local sheriff, strongly insisted that he would not make his disciples a boss who did not know the grievances of minor officials.

“But don’t say anything too much. Anyway, next year, you will be in a higher position than the boss you just left. As a person, I have no choice but to feel relative deprivation?”

“That’s the problem. It is a problem in itself that a human who has only shortsighted thoughts that come out like that to someone who will be in a higher position after two years is in charge of the middle manager role.”

When he listened to Zugashvili, Broncitane could feel that he wasn’t annoyed simply because his boss pushed him.

This is because it was true that as the number of bureaucrats increased in order to realize the reform policy implemented by the current tsar Nikolai II from the time of the Crown Prince, many bureaucrats below the average level also inflowed.

Since then, they have been striving to prepare a device to raise the level of the bureaucracy itself, such as a policy to filter out underlevel bureaucrats through regular work ability evaluation, but the reality is that there are various restrictions to implement it right away.

The reason was that the number of heads of departments complaining that if this policy was implemented, the current work would be stopped, even if aside from bureaucrats who would not come out cooperatively.

Zugashvili couldn’t even know it, so he was still at the level of complaining to Broncitein, who thought he was an opponent who could reveal to some extent.

“Look and see. The day I get to a position where I can handle these things, all the thieves who don’t meet the standards I have set and get a full paycheck will have to pack up and go home.”

Zugashvili, who was rekindled by pledged “purging” in the future, recalled that he had not been able to think about this topic.

“Then you look relaxed? Rather, you, who belong to the war department, shouldn’t you be busier than me, who is a member of the Shinsung servant? Even if the turmoil in the Far East is over, it will not be completely over.”

When Zugashvili’s curiosity and jealousy mixed with me about whether you can afford to come to another department while I am so busy, Broncitein answered with a smile.

“If it happened in the Qing Dynasty, your Majesty wasn’t willing to intervene from the beginning, and the problem with Japan is now that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs rather than our War Department is busy. As you said, it’s relaxed enough to come here to play. How do you think it is still better to be a Shinsung servant than to the war department?”

As he listened to Bronstein, Zugashvili recalled a conversation the two had had in the library in the past.

On the day when he said that the Shinseong sect would still remain the core power department of the Russian Empire, even though it might be worse than in the past, and the other party said that the present peace will not last long, so the war department will rise to the most important authority.

It seemed that it wasn’t just me who remembered the conversation that day.

“Well, even if I’m relaxed, it’s actually about the fact that the overtime work I used to do every day has changed to once every two days. Even if the Foreign Ministry is in charge of the issue with Japan now, it is inevitable that your Majesty is not working on one or two things.”

In Broncitein’s mind, who said this to Zugashvili, the thought of a new weapon called the “tank” that he also entered recently passed by.

This new weapon, being built to counter machine guns that have already proved its worth several times, had to meet several criteria set forth by the Tsar.

In the middle of Rasputica, a phenomenon in which roads become muddy every spring, they had to have a certain degree of mobility, and even if heavy artillery was impossible, the protective performance against machine guns had to be met.

At the same time, it must have the ability to attack the opponent’s position and have the simplest driving principle so that it can be repaired in the field as much as possible.

‘It would be easier to make an object that can attack opponents while flying in the sky with its own power or that makes it possible to treat battleships so far as scrap metal with only one ship.’

However, the field he was in charge of was completely confidential, so no matter how much Zugashvili could be said.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t believe him, but the secrets were easier to keep as the fewer people knew.

And Broncitein didn’t know it yet.

In addition to myself, there are other teams in the War Department working on what I just joked about.

As Russia with limited resources and lack of industrial technology, it may be unreasonable to realize all three, but it was the result of Nikolai’s idea that a basic concept should be established first.

“Of course you wouldn’t tell me about those things, right?”

“then.”

“How can I ask you, right?”

“I know you well.”

“In the meantime, it would be impossible to ask for only one word that can be deduced by considering the relationship, right?”

“Sure. It is also Zugashvili. Even if I don’t tell you, you already know. I hope other motives also follow your class.”

The young Georgian man, who listened to the poignant Jewish young man who still wears glasses, responded with a smile.

“Oh, now I look like I’m running around and showing off to other guys. I’m so relaxed, but you guys are working hard today. I really try. cheer up. What do you think you are doing on a tour? In the meantime, I know some important facts, but gradually revealing a sense of superiority that I cannot tell you.”

“Well, it didn’t even have that purpose.”

It was Zugashvili who lost her words when Broncitein came out so brazenly.

This unfortunate guy had a thicker face than when he was a boy who was educated with him, and it seemed that he couldn’t overcome the threat of extinction and had gone extinct in his personality.

Even if it wasn’t just the words that followed, he would have given him a congratulatory order.

It’s a song with some physical persuasion.

“So far. Hey, Zugashvili.”

Suddenly, Broncitein continued to speak in a sincere tone to the man he only recognized among his motives as to where his playfulness had gone.

“The turmoil in the Far East came to an end seemingly very easy, but there was a lot of concern within our war department.”

This guy has always been this way.

I always seemed to be anxious because I couldn’t direct the direction of the conversation.

Even now, as if he had come without much meaning, he gently stimulated himself, and even seeing that he took the initiative, he felt that a man named Broncitein should be at the center of everything.

‘So maybe I’m still maintaining a relationship with this guy.’

In all aspects of their growth background, personality, behavior, etc., they seemed to be in opposite directions, but rather, they valued each other highly.

“Is that something I can tell you?”

Zugashvili decided to hang out with his bad friend again this time.

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