7th Central Committee of The Communist Party of China

The 7th Central Committee of the Communist Party of China was in session from 1945 to 1956. It held six plenary sessions in this period.

It had 44 members and 33 alternate members.

Its first plenary session elected the 7th Politburo of the Communist Party of China in 1945.

Its second plenary session was held in 1949.

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