Standing at the entrance to the High-tech District Public Security Sub-bureau in Jingzhou City, Old Tang habitually compared it to the Guangming Sub-bureau.
It had to be said that the Guangming Sub-bureau was somewhat better, after all, Jingzhou City is the provincial capital.
He had already prepared the application for administrative review, along with the corresponding evidence.
Why not file an administrative lawsuit? The answer is that decisions by public security organs not to file a case cannot be challenged through administrative lawsuits.
This kind of act belongs to one of the nine categories that the Administrative Litigation Law stipulates will not be accepted; it's a criminal judicial act.
Criminal judicial acts cannot be administratively litigated, which means if you go to file a lawsuit, the court will simply rule to dismiss it.
What can be done is to seek a review from the superior public security organ that made the decision not to file the case.
So Old Tang could only take his case to the sub-bureau for a review first. At present, there are actually many things he can do, but in the administrative field, each step must leave a trace!
One step at a time, and the footprints must be preserved as evidence.
This is necessary; otherwise, your actions won't be recognized as credible, and remedial measures won't necessarily work better just because they are utilized simultaneously.
With the relevant materials, he entered the sub-bureau, where the hustle and bustle of comings and goings soon caught someone's attention, who approached and asked, "Comrade, what brings you here?"
The quick notice was mainly because Old Tang, standing there with a pale face, trembling and looking as though he might die at any moment, was hard to ignore.
Seeing someone approaching, Old Tang said with a chuckle, "Ah, comrade, I'm here to apply for a review on behalf of my client."
"Your client... Are you a lawyer?" the approaching officer asked, looking at him skeptically.
This lawyer seemed very frail, as though a gust of wind could knock him down.
"Yes, I'm a lawyer, Lawyer Tang Fangjing from Tengda Law Firm in Jingzhou City; here's my ID," said Old Tang as he produced his lawyer's license.
The officer was taken aback, "Wait a minute, are you that Tang Fangjing from Jingzhou?"
"Well, since the materials have all been submitted, I won't bother you any longer and will take my leave. Actually, I'm not in much trouble, mainly because the fractures in my arm and leg haven't healed, and the steel pins haven't been removed."
"Plus, there's the severe pain from the advanced cancer and the cranial inflammation causing headaches, but other than that, there's not much else wrong."
"Then, Lawyer Tang, take care of yourself..."
The officer could only say so much because in front of such a person, anything else seemed insincere.
So many people had doubted him online before, accusing him of seeking fame.
But now, who would still harbor doubts? Even if there were some who had been leading the charges before, they were mainly trying to get Tang Fangjing to give an explanation, at most.
Those who swore directly at him would be sprayed down by others.
Because this has always been how he operated: what he said didn't matter, what mattered was what he did, and indeed, he had staked his life for the homeowners of unfinished buildings and the migrant workers demanding unpaid wages!
And now, nearly at the end of his tether, he was still on the move...
So the officer didn't know what to say; such a person merely needed to be observed in silence.
Old Tang left the sub-bureau and returned to the hotel feeling at ease, knowing that waiting did not mean doing nothing.
The review might succeed, or it might fail. He would have to prepare for failure on his part.
The review was for him a way to test the waters, to get a sense of the internal thoughts of the public security organs.
On the third day, at the Zhongxianglu Police Station, Officer Zhao had just returned from a call and was hurrying to grab a quick meal.
The grassroots level was still understaffed. A single police station had to manage too large an area and handle too many varied issues.
People would habitually call the police whenever they faced any problems; it was really unavoidable.
Yet just as he returned, he was called to the office by the station's leaders.