Court

Price list is the name Dean took for his website, and Price also means "price" in English.

PriceList, which literally means price list, can be said to have its own commercial attributes. At the same time, it is also Dean's surname, killing two birds with one stone.

Since you plan to make a classified information website, a good name that is catchy is easier to spread.

Dean sorted out the notes recording many landlord information and was ready to leave the welfare building.

Father Pitt's case will be in court tomorrow, and he needs to go back in advance to make some preparations.

However, as soon as he left the door of the classroom, Susie and a middle-aged man stopped him.

"Dean, I'm Kent. Shields, president of the Youngstown Real Estate Investors Alliance. The middle-aged man in a suit was the first to introduce himself.

"Hello, Dean. Price." Dean stretched out his hand and shook it with the other party, and then looked at Susie, who was standing aside.

"That's it, Dean," Susie stepped forward and introduced to him. "The Youngstown Real Estate Investors Alliance is a group of real estate investors to help each other.

Members come from all fields of the industry, including investors, housing mold detectors, lawyers and other real estate practitioners. Of course, most of them are landlords like us.

Everyone meets regularly and communicates with each other. If you have any good ideas or questions, join forces within the group.

"It sounds like an industry association specializing in the rental market." Dean thought about it.

"You're right, Dean." Shields took over the topic in time. Susie just told me the idea that you want to advertise for the landlord on the Internet, which is a great idea.

If Dean is interested, we will have a party after the Spring Festival, and I believe you can get more inspiration there. Of course, we will do our best to provide inside information about the rental market.

Shields doesn't know much about the Internet, but he has been to California. There, he saw the vigorous development of computer, network and other industries.

Although Ohio does not have a large-scale computer company, this does not prevent him from being optimistic about the development of the network.

The most important thing is that Dean is willing to provide them with free advertising. When the network user base is immeasurable, its role may be far beyond everyone's imagination.

In the face of Shields' invitation, Dean thought for a little and agreed. It happens that my website needs materials. Isn't this ready-made?

After agreeing on a time, Dean drove out of the welfare building.

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On December 23, Pete's case was in court, just in time for the last bus before Christmas.

Usually, the "business" of the court will be very good at this time, because everyone wants to get things done before Christmas, both judges, barmaidals, lawyers, plaintiffs and defendants.

After all, as a local court of first instance, it generally handles ordinary trials such as small compensation, traffic cases, rental expulsion cases, etc. If the processing time of these cases is fast, it can be completed in a few minutes.

However, Peter's case is not that simple. First, his drunk driving was filed by the county procuratorate. In order to ensure fairness and transparency, the trial was completely open to the public.

The second reason is because of Sean. Murphy's positive appeal in the Youngstown Defender brings widespread social attention to the case, at least for Youngstown.

At 9:00 a.m., Dean and Aunt Rachel's family got into the car and left the south of the city on time and drove north to the city center.

It's snowing outside again. Pedestrians on the street are wearing heavy down jackets, and homeless people wearing knitted hats are staggering on the sidewalk.

A tightly wrapped child snuggled up to his mother and waited under the roof of the bus station together, sometimes pressing on his left foot and sometimes switching to his right foot.

The chimneys in the city spit white smoke, like thick marshmallows in the pale sky. To this day, Ma Hongning's remaining steel mill is still trying to show its existence.

Soon Frank's car was parked in front of the 7th Circuit Court in Youngstown. Although it was only three or four stories high, it seemed to have stood here for a long time.

Surrounding the court are ancient Greek Corinthian columns as thick as oaks, and the towering roofs it holds are enough to see more than half of the city.

For Youngstown alone, this is undoubtedly a spectacular work. The imposing limestone facade is engraved with a line of Latin inscriptions: the voice of the people is the voice of God.

Whether in his previous life or in this life, Dean, who set foot in such a place for the first time, couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Relax, Dean. Everything will be fine." The careful aunt put her arms around Dean's shoulder and patted her gently.

Although the person concerned is not him, Dean has read all the information at least four or five times. After a slight adjustment, he returned to his normal state of mind.

"Auntie, we have made so much effort, of course there will be a good result."

"Dean, let's go in." Frank, who parked the car, hurried over.

The group passed the security check smoothly, and then went straight to the target room according to the court summons.

My aunt's leather shoes clicked on the marble floor and echoed on the vaulted roof.

Along the way, they passed by all kinds of people, including lawyers in coats and power ties, and bagal policemen who pushed file bags full of files, and of course, more men and women who were crowded here waiting for the trial.

The whole corridor of the court was blocked, and people were either close to the long row of chairs or stood in a row along the wall.

Their time is not yet. Room 213 is trying to hear other cases.

As soon as Dean and the others found a place to sit down, the dusty Wadner rushed over.

"Hey, guys, I have some good news. Do you want to hear it?"

"Comeon! Mr. Wadner, at this time, what else do you have to do? I just got 600 dollars from this guy, Dean. Grant is in a gruly at this time.

Aunt "Dean" Rachel looked at Dean reproachfully, and then politely asked Wedner about the latest news.

"The people in the procuratorate were under external pressure and had just hinted to Peter. If he pleads guilty, he can be transferred from A to B. The news brought by Wedner is really not good or bad.

The maximum sentence for misdemeanours is one year, and the sentence for B is immediately reduced to three months. But Dean's goal is level C, and the imprisonment period is not more than 30 days.

As long as he is convicted of a C-level misdemeanor, counting Pitt's detention time before the trial, it is exactly 30 days as of today. This means that he will be released in court and go home with Dean and the others for Christmas.

"Lawyer Wedner, what about your advice?" Dean still believes in Wedner's judgment on the legal matter.

Wedner shrugged his shoulders. "I mean it's all up to now, and it's not short of this foot. Even in a bad situation, we still have a chance to fight for a B-level misdemeanor.

When Pete was drunk driving, he was arrested on the spot, and the charge he faced was also a felony criminal punishment.

Peter felt that he was wronged, so after communicating with the lawyer, he insisted on defending his innocence.

His original idea was that you all expected me to go to prison, but I didn't want you.

Later, because Dean and others operated outside, the police department itself could not withstand the pressure of public opinion, and now intends to change the felony to a misdemeanor.

Of course, the premise is that Pitt is guilty, but Wedner believes that it is now a downwind situation and should take advantage of the victory to pursue.

Dean and his aunt discussed a few words and decided to follow Wedner's judgment. After all, he was a professional.

After getting an accurate reply from Dean and others, Wadena hurried to see Peter again, and some words needed to be explained in advance.

After another half an hour, the summoner in front of Room 213 finally read Pete's name.

Aunt Rachel covered Dean's hand and patted it before walking into the court with him.

Room 213 looks much wider than the corridor outside. As soon as you enter the door, you can see the murals hanging between the two majestic wooden columns on the back of the front desk of the court.

In the painting, Moses walked down Mount Sinai with the undamaged Ten- commandment slabs and looked down at the Jews in the desert dancing around the golden calf.

After sitting down in the family area, Dean looked around. There are also dozens of people in the audience area, and many of them are even in the same community with them.

Because the court banned noise, many people punched Dean when they saw him to cheer him up.

At ten o'clock, the judge sitting at the top of the front desk announced the beginning of the trial.

The first part is that the prosecutor, that is, the person in the procuratorate's office, states the details of Peter's case and lists the evidence.

Everything shall be done in accordance with the rules, and the second drunk driving shall be punished for a felony in accordance with the law.

When the prosecutor's statement was over, the defense represented by Wedner immediately filed a rebuttal. He questioned the police's methods of evidence and the authenticity of the results.

As said before, if the police's method of evidence collection violates the procedural rules, the evidence itself is worth considering.

After Peter insisted that he did not authorize the police to do alcohol testing, the attitude of the county police department also softened, because their law enforcement methods did have some problems.

In addition, Peter's first drunk driving record, but he failed the sobriety test and was recorded as a warning. Therefore, the two sides gradually reached a consensus on the view that Pitt should not be punished as a felony.

But in the end, the plaintiff and the defendant argued about whether Pete was guilty or not, and the judge needed to rule.

"So, Mr. Peter, did you drink that day?" Cheryl. Judge Witt looked up at Peter, who was wearing an orange prison uniform.

"I can't remember. I was so sad that day. My wife just passed away, and I was in despair. What's worse, my eldest son also disappeared.

I don't want to work or eat. But I still insisted on riding in the truck and driving it to its destination. Because I know that there is another child I need to take care of, and I still take on the responsibility of my father.

The tearful Peter turned his eyes to the stage affectionately, "Let me see how you are? My pride, my excellent and talented son, Dean! I know you're here, and I know you've been supporting me.

MotherF*ck! How did he come to tears? Dean didn't expect that his father still had such talent.

"Yes, Father, I've been here. The professor at the school said that there was something wrong with my mind. I think it must be because of you. Dean sniffed, his crystal clear blue eyes became watery with the naked eye.

"My GPA of 3.8 is the best person in the school, and I also won a full scholarship from Cleveland State University. But all this is done under your guidance. I can't live without you.

Aunt Rachel kept wiping her tears, and she was moved by the deep affection between father and son. In fact, not only her, but also many white women in the audience are secretly wiping their tears.

Oh, my God, they are so pathetic. What an affectionate man, he must love his wife very much. And the clever child, whose grades are so excellent, without his father's support, how much he will be hit in his heart.

Cheryl, a woman. Judge Witt sighed and then looked at Wedner, "Do the defense lawyer have anything else to say?"

"Your Honor, my client obviously suffered serious psychological trauma at the time of the incident, and all his actions were not out of his own will.

In addition, alcoholism is also an uncontrollable physical disease in medicine. Under the double blow of physical and psychological, no one can maintain a 100% state.

Fortunately, everything is within the controllable range, no one has been seriously injured, and no one has filed a lawsuit (except for public prosecution).

So for the sake of the Virgin Mary, give this poor family a chance to start over.

As Wedner retreated, there was a buzzing conversation in the courtroom. Most people are willing to believe that Pete's drunk driving is psychologically hurt, which is not his own malice.

"Next, please invite the jury to the jury's office to discuss the case." Cheryl. Judge Witt handed over the verdict of the case to the jury.