Premier Of The People's Republic Of China
The Premier of the State Council of the People's Republic of China (simplified Chinese: 中华人民共和国国务院总理; traditional Chinese: 中華人民共和國國務院總理; pinyin: Zhōnghuá Rénmín Gònghéguó Guówùyuàn Zŏnglĭ), sometimes also referred to as the "Prime Minister" informally, is the Leader of the State Council of the People's Republic of China (the "Central People's Government of the People's Republic of China" after 1954), who is the head of government and holds the highest-ranking (Level 1) of the Civil service of the People's Republic of China. This position was originally known as Premier of the Government Administration Council of the Central People's Government (Chinese: 中央人民政府政务院总理) and changed to its current name in 1954. The Premier is formally approved by the National People's Congress upon the apparent nomination of the President. In practice, the candidate is recommended by the Politburo of the Communist Party of China. Both the President and the Premier are selected once every five years. The Premier has always been a member of the powerful Politburo Standing Committee of the Communist Party of China.
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