Within the Law, There are No Taboos

Mathu. Mr. Wadner? Dean looked at his middle-aged man with a smile at the door and opened his mouth tentatively.

"If there is no second one nearby, it's called Matthew. Wedner's, then it's me. If you mean lawyer Matthew. Wedner, then it must be me.

Wadner came forward enthusiastically and shook hands with Dean quite formally, and his eyes seemed to be looking at God.

"Mr. Wadner, this is Dean. Price. Pete, who was arrested a week ago on suspicion of drunk driving. Price's son. Dean didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the topic.

"Oh, it's a case commissioned by the truck driver's union." After hearing that Dean reported home, the enthusiasm in Wadner's eyes decreased at a rate visible to the naked eye.

He thought it was a new customer who came to him and opened only one law firm in a month. He urgently needed a new business, but it was obvious that Dean was not the God in his eyes.

Although the enthusiasm decreased, Wedner did not show too much. If Pete's case is over, Dean's score on him will also be fed back to the truck driver union.

A long-term and stable cooperative union is still very important to Weidner Law Firm. So when he said hello, he motioned Dean to talk to him in the office.

"To be honest, I thought that the law firm should be in the office building in the city center, and there should be a decent office no matter how bad it is."

Dean followed in Wadner's footsteps and entered the office. A messy curved table occupies most of the available space on the ground, which is different from the law firm he imagined.

It seemed that he didn't hear the sarcasm in Dean's words, and Wadner shrugged his shoulders indifferently. If you can persuade the truck drivers' union to pay more lawyer fees, I will move to the Kafaro office building in the city center next week.

"Well, if you can handle my father's case well, I don't mind going to the union in person to praise your great achievements." Dean skillfully wrote a bad check.

"Let's get to business, boy," Wedner laughed and scolded. "This is fucking Youngstown, a local branch of the truck drivers' union. Where does the money come from to hire those barristers in power ties, ah?"

Wadena's "barrister with a power tie" specifically refers to the elite politicians in Washington, D.C. and Wall Street. They wear pinstripe suits and red ties.

This iconic dress also makes the word "right tie" a joke for them by outsiders.

It's just that Weidner didn't realize that he was also wearing a pinstripe suit, although he didn't wear a red tie.

In addition, the billboards of various businesses outside the glass window are undoubtedly the style of the barrister.

But Dean is not entangled with this. There is free legal aid and consultation. What else can he ask for?

"Mr. Wedner" Dean sat down in the only chair in the office except for Weidner's position.

"Let's talk about my father's situation first. Is there sufficient evidence of his drunk driving in the police station? Will they bring a lawsuit to the court?"

"First" Weidner took his place behind the desk and immediately went into the state. Let's learn some basic legal knowledge.

He opened his arms and looked straight at Dean. The back wall hangs the degree certificate of Florida State University Law School, and below it is full of various framed medals.

All this seems to show that what he said next is extremely authoritative and unquestionable.

"First, it is not the police station that may sue your father, but the city prosecutor's office, that is, the prosecutor's office.

Second, the second drunk driving in Ohio is a felony, with a maximum sentence of two years in prison, a revoked license for 1 to 2 years, and a fine of $1,800.

Unfortunately, your father, Pete, is seriously suspected of second-time drunk driving.

Dean did not panic because of Wedner's authoritative speech. He knew that the other party did not act as a sentencing judge in court, and everything would be fine to scandize Pete's crime.

He is a lawyer and he has his own way of survival.

Sure enough, seeing that Dean was not as scared to cry as he thought, Wadena suddenly felt a little boring, but also a little more appreciated.

"Well, the above is only suspected. But if we do nothing, the suspicion will become evidence and be implemented on the file.

"Well, what do I need to do to make the suspicion just a suspicion, not an evidence, Mr. Wadena," Dean lost no time to catch the topic.

Unexpectedly, Wedner did not answer his question first, but picked up an hourglass on his desk and then turned it in reverse.

"Mr. Wadner?" Dean looked at all this inexplicably.

"Time" Weidner answered his questions concisely.

"Wait!" Dean got up in a hurry and said, "Isn't the truck driver union going to bear this part of the cost?"

"Of course," Wedner spread out his hands, "but they only bear the consultation fee for the first half hour. You know, lawyers are an unusually energy-consuming and time-consuming profession, and countless people need legal assistance every day.

Therefore, in order to serve as many people as possible, we have thoughtfully launched a time-based charging mechanism.

"But you don't have any other guests here." Dean looked at the empty room, and the blue veins on his forehead were straight.

"So?" Wedner looked at him innocently. Does all this matter?

"Well," Dean, who was firmly taught a lesson by capitalism, had to sit down again. "That is, I still have half an hour left?"

"The questions before the time are gifts of friendship." Wedner replied in response to the question.

Seeing that the fine sand in the hourglass was gradually decreasing, Dean could only sort out his thoughts as soon as possible.

Although he doesn't know how Wadner charges, the profession of lawyer is doomed to its "nobility".

"Mr. Wedner, what do you think I should do to clear my father's suspicion? Then let the damn prosecutor's office give up his prosecution?"

"Impossible!" Wedner gave an answer without thinking about it.

"???" Dean said with a full face, "Wait, didn't you just say..."

"Dean recognized the reality. When Pete was arrested, the smell of wine on his body could be smelled a mile away.

What we can do now is to seize the law enforcement loopholes of the police, put pressure on them, and force them to make concessions. In the end, it is the most ideal result to downgrade a felony to a misdemeanour.

A lawyer is not omnipotent. He can only act within the framework of the law and find the best solution.

Compared with two years of imprisonment, short-term detention for a few months is undoubtedly much better.

After taking more than ten seconds to digest Wedner's words, Dean had to give up his initial fantasy.

Although misdemeanoners will also leave a record, it will hardly affect Dean's subsequent plans.

And it will not have much to hinder Peter's future life. After all, most of the poor people in the United States have a record of misdemeanors, and it has become common in society.

"Well, let's aim at misdemeanous. What do I need to do?" Dean quickly adjusted his condition.

Wedner nodded with satisfaction. He likes to deal with smart people. I have negotiated the key action with Peter. He refused to admit that he had cooperated with the police for alcohol testing, and everything happened without his knowledge.

The police also have no evidence to show that all Pitt's actions are voluntary, and the two sides are currently in a stalemate. Usually, as long as you persist, in order to improve judicial efficiency, the police will even take the initiative to tempt the suspect to confess guilt with misdemeanor punishment.

But obviously, we have to strive for better conditions. After all, misdemeanors are also divided into three levels: A, B and C. So if you want to get the C level with the lightest punishment, this is not enough.

Widner, who was in shape, got up and walked around in a small office. "In addition to Pete's, take advantage of your mother's death."

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Dean. "I'm sorry, I may have said something direct."

Dean motioned him to continue. Now is not the time to care about this.

"Peter can excuse himself. He is sad and relieves his worries by drinking because of the death of his beloved wife. He is a family-loving man, and his wife's unexpected departure hit him hard.

Although this is not directly related to the law, the jury is very good at it. Their sympathy can bring us closer to the C level at the critical moment.

"And Dean, you," Wadner turned to Dean, who had been sitting in a chair. "A talented college student is well-known in the whole community. There is no doubt that it is not a happy family, and such a genius cannot be cultivated.

This further confirms that Pete is a responsible and excellent husband and father. In addition, we, a talented college student, also need the support of our father to complete college studies.

Are they watching a genius who can contribute to the United States and fall to rely on welfare because of the support of the family? Ah?"

In the face of Wadner's heartbreaking eyes, Dean was stunned, and he was indeed a lawsuit...

"Mr. Wedner, you are such an honest lawyer. Washington and this country need more people like you.

In Wedner's rather useful eyes, Dean sent his sincere praise.

"Of course, for the sake of safety, we can add another safety measure."

And? Dean was really shocked this time. Is this the strength of the American suit stick...

In Dean's shocked eyes, Wadner proudly handed him a business card.

"Sean. Murphy, a psychiatrist.

"Psychiatry?" Dean's expression has become strange. Does the United States also have the "mental illness" buff?

The American Medical Association believes that alcoholism is a physiological disease. Alcoholic drinkers have some defects in their genes, which make them unable to control their drinking impulses.

Since alcoholism is a physiological disease beyond the control of individuals, according to the basic rule of law principle of "responsibility is based on fault", alcoholics should not be responsible for the damage caused by alcoholism.

Among them, doctors from the Psychiatric Association, firmly believe in this view. So..." Wadner winked at Dean, "Dean, do you know what to do?"

Dean, who opened his eyes, got up and thanked him sincerely, "Mr. Wadena, I think it will be a matter of time before your law firm moves into the Cafaro office building in the city center."

Then before Wadena could say something, Dean said goodbye to the office.

When the former saw the last drop of sand in the hourglass on his desk, he couldn't help swearing.

"This bastard is more stingy than Grant!"