Jingzhou High-Tech District People's Court, Old Tang still walked in with a trembling step and shortness of breath, ready to file a case number.
The staff member in front of the number-ticket machine glanced at the other party's movements and habitually asked, "Excuse me, do you have a complaint with you? Without a complaint, we cannot file a case."
"Right, the online case registration is only online, you still need an on-site review..."
However, before he could finish his sentence, Old Tang had already handed over his complaint.
The staff member took it and saw the words "Private Criminal Prosecution" written on it, involuntarily frowning.
Nowadays, private criminal prosecutions are truly rare. Even in a place like Jingzhou, the first time Old Tang went for a private criminal prosecution, the staff was stunned for a long time.
"This is a private criminal prosecution? That's quite unusual. Did you encounter some issues?" the staff member looked up and asked.
"Let me see, extortion... You are Tang Fangjing, right? The crime of extortion is normally a public prosecution offense, you should go to the public security bureau to file a report..."
"Wait a moment, your name is Tang Fangjing? You are that..."
Before the staff member could finish speaking, Old Tang took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which read: "Jingzhou lawyer hit by a dump truck, Tang Fangjing."
Staff: "???"
When I make this expression, it's not me who is being odd, it's you who is being odd.
"Lawyer Tang, you are pressing a private criminal prosecution, and it's for extortion, this isn't right..."
"Right, right, right, but I want to take a number, does this violate any regulations?" Old Tang spoke up, then suddenly began coughing violently, looking as if he was going to die.
The staff member hurriedly said, "No, it doesn't violate regulations."
The staff member named Wu Yundan had also been working in the court for about ten years. She went out to talk to Old Tang earlier, mainly to inform him of the problem.
But unexpectedly, the other party seemed very confident, though Wu Yundan couldn't for the life of her figure out where this confidence came from.
Extortion is a public prosecution case, which was all too well-known, and any lawyer could prove it to you. If extortion occurs, one should report it to the public security organs.
The public security organs should investigate the case, and the procuratorate should initiate the public prosecution. This is the correct legal procedure.
And in her ten years here, she had hardly seen any private criminal prosecution cases. The few that did exist were all ruled as not to be accepted.
"Lawyer Tang, you can now present the evidence, right?" Wu Yundan said, looking at Tang Fangjing.
Although she appeared emotionless on the surface, she was feeling somewhat annoyed inside.
Old Tang remained unfazed, calmly pulling out materials from his bag.
"This is the complaint, and this one, the explanation from the public security organ for not filing a case, and this receipt is from the High-Tech District Procuratorate concerning case supervision."
As he spoke, Old Tang handed these documents over.
Wu Yundan glanced at the complaint and started reading the other two documents. After finishing, she still expressed doubt, "Lawyer Tang, this only proves that the public security side won't file a case, and the procuratorate also sees no problem."
"But extortion is still a public prosecution case. If you self-prosecute with this reason, our side will definitely not accept it."
Old Tang then said, "Is that so? Then let me ask you, under what circumstances can one file a private criminal prosecution?"
If it were someone else, Wu Yundan would have told them to leave a long time ago. She had explained it so many times—if you don't listen, we'll just keep the materials and directly issue a ruling of non-acceptance.
But this was Tang Fangjing, and moreover, he was in poor health.