【Interlude】S01E02.5 ……
(官场权谋小说精选：春山文学网)【帝王权谋大作：亦瑶文学网】January 31st, 1980, Thursday | London, Whitehall | Cold and overcast
The Minister''''s office was unusually quiet this
He sat behind his desk, neers frovarious outlets spread before hi froThe Sun''''s sensational "Oh My Cod!" to The Tis''''s calarained "Fisheries Tensions Boil Over." He read eae without ent, silently pushing theaside. Theook two randa frohis In-tray and signed his na.
Sir suoned to his office to ask for the details of the wall trip. I subtted trip report, describing all events as objectively as possible, including Mr. Laert''''s words backstage.
Sir listened, s. He sily picked up eting notes and poio several specific issues raised by the fishern—"industrial pollution in the River Fal," "patrol frequency of the Royal Navy''''s Fishery Prote Squadron," "the application process for fuel subsidies for indepe fishern."
"Cyril," he said, "draft three randa. Address theto the Departnt of the Enviro, the Ministry of Defence, and the Treasury, respectively. The subject: ''''Prelinary Local Feedbad Subsequent Inter-Departntal Infortion Request frothe Departnt of Synergy Coordinatiarding Fisheries Sustainability in wall.'''' Cite the Minister''''s proses frothe senar and request that they provide relevant polients, data reports, and current procedural guidelines ohree specific issues."
I was stunned.
"Sir... now?" I hesitated. "Given the current... dia rea, if we proactively tact these departnts now, won''''t we be seen as..."
"As fulfilling our duties, Cyril," he corrected , his grey-green eyes eting he dia is ied in dra. Whitehall is ied in procedure. The Minister de proses in wall. Our job now is to translate those proses into forl, traceable official correspondehis denstrates that we have not ceased our work because of an ''''i''''. This, is the st powerful respoo yesterday''''s chaos."
I uood. Beyond the claur of the dia, the gears of the bureaucratic e st tio turn as norl. Sir was, in his ieccably correct way, turning the Minister''''s seengly irotu proses into sll wedges, to be driven into the operational syste of other departnts.
I spent the entire day drafting those three randa. The w had to be extrely careful, veying the Minister''''s "" without sounding like a "directive" or an "iigation."
In the evening, the Minister finally spoke the first words ued to work in his office all day. Looking out at the Whitehall twilight, he asked quietly, "Cyril, do you think... we actually opened any doors yesterday?"
Looking at the randa in hand, about to be dispatched, I answered with absolute certainty, "Yes, Minister. I think we did."
The Minister''''s office was unusually quiet this
He sat behind his desk, neers frovarious outlets spread before hi froThe Sun''''s sensational "Oh My Cod!" to The Tis''''s calarained "Fisheries Tensions Boil Over." He read eae without ent, silently pushing theaside. Theook two randa frohis In-tray and signed his na.
Sir suoned to his office to ask for the details of the wall trip. I subtted trip report, describing all events as objectively as possible, including Mr. Laert''''s words backstage.
Sir listened, s. He sily picked up eting notes and poio several specific issues raised by the fishern—"industrial pollution in the River Fal," "patrol frequency of the Royal Navy''''s Fishery Prote Squadron," "the application process for fuel subsidies for indepe fishern."
"Cyril," he said, "draft three randa. Address theto the Departnt of the Enviro, the Ministry of Defence, and the Treasury, respectively. The subject: ''''Prelinary Local Feedbad Subsequent Inter-Departntal Infortion Request frothe Departnt of Synergy Coordinatiarding Fisheries Sustainability in wall.'''' Cite the Minister''''s proses frothe senar and request that they provide relevant polients, data reports, and current procedural guidelines ohree specific issues."
I was stunned.
"Sir... now?" I hesitated. "Given the current... dia rea, if we proactively tact these departnts now, won''''t we be seen as..."
"As fulfilling our duties, Cyril," he corrected , his grey-green eyes eting he dia is ied in dra. Whitehall is ied in procedure. The Minister de proses in wall. Our job now is to translate those proses into forl, traceable official correspondehis denstrates that we have not ceased our work because of an ''''i''''. This, is the st powerful respoo yesterday''''s chaos."
I uood. Beyond the claur of the dia, the gears of the bureaucratic e st tio turn as norl. Sir was, in his ieccably correct way, turning the Minister''''s seengly irotu proses into sll wedges, to be driven into the operational syste of other departnts.
I spent the entire day drafting those three randa. The w had to be extrely careful, veying the Minister''''s "" without sounding like a "directive" or an "iigation."
In the evening, the Minister finally spoke the first words ued to work in his office all day. Looking out at the Whitehall twilight, he asked quietly, "Cyril, do you think... we actually opened any doors yesterday?"
Looking at the randa in hand, about to be dispatched, I answered with absolute certainty, "Yes, Minister. I think we did."