Originally, the beauty of the fragrant car and the arrival of double happiness made Shakru feel very good, but when he walked to the parking lot, the scene he saw suddenly made him angry.

I saw a ten-year-old kid holding a key to graffiti on his newly bought Porsche, the good car door was carved messily by him, and this little kid was still humming a song, looking very proud.

This made Shakru suddenly angry, stepped forward and grabbed the child, and shouted angrily: "Where are the adults in your family?"

Maybe Shakru's angry expression at the moment was too hideous, or maybe he grabbed the child's hand too hard in anger, anyway, the little kid was directly scared and cried, pointing to a small restaurant in the alley next to him and replied, "Eat there!"

Sha Kelu turned his head to Liu Qing and ordered, "Miss Liu, please help me go to the restaurant to adjust the surveillance, and I'll take this child to find his parents!"

As a model of this car, Liu Qing knows very well how expensive this Porsche 911 is, especially if she just bought it and didn't even have a license plate, but she was made like this by a bear child, which no one can stand it, so she can understand Shaklu's mood at the moment, but she still kindly persuaded: "Mr. Pandit, I can understand your current mood, but to be honest, depending on the child's clothes, his family may not be able to afford the maintenance fee!"

"It's one thing to take it or not, it's another thing to have an attitude!" said Shakru coldly.

Led by the bear child, Shakru came to the small restaurant and found the child's grandparents: "You are the parents of this child?"

The old man nodded and replied, "That's right, this is my little grandson, what's wrong with him?"

"He's wrecked my car, come out and deal with it with me!" Shakru replied coldly.

"What kind of big deal should I be, it turns out that the child is naughty, what is there to deal with this!" As he spoke, the old man dragged the child and slapped him twice, and then said to Shakru: "You see this is okay!"

Shakru replied a little speechlessly: "I didn't come to see how you punish your grandson, I want compensation, your grandson scratched my car, you, as his guardian, want to compensate me for the loss, understand?"

"A kid can wreck your car, what are you kidding?" shouted the old lady.

"Just come out and show me!" replied Shakru, impatiently.

"I don't go out with you, and I don't know you, so why should I go out with you!" replied the old lady unreasonably.

"If you don't go out with me, then I'll call the police directly, and we'll see you at the police station then!" Shakru said with a strong anger.

As soon as she heard that Shakru was going to call the police, the old lady immediately became furious: "Why did you call the police? What evidence do you have that your car was made by my grandson!"

"There is surveillance video at the door of the restaurant, this is the evidence!" Shakru replied word by word.

At this time, the old man said impatiently: "Oh, don't ink, it's not a big deal, you just say how much money should be paid to you, I'll give it to you!"

Shakru shook his head and said: "I can't just say this, let's go to the 4S store now, and he will assess the damage!"

"I don't have that kind of kung fu, so let's do it, I'll just give you a hundred dollars!" the old man said proudly.

Hearing this number, Shakru almost laughed: "A hundred dollars? 10,000 yuan is not enough!"

"What kind of car are you, 10,000 yuan is not enough?" asked the old man with wide eyes.

"If you come out with me, you'll find out!"

"Cheng, then I'll go out with you to have a look!"

In fact, it was not only the children's grandparents who went out with Shaklu, but also a large number of lively guys in the small restaurant, and everyone gathered outside to talk about it.

"Huh, what kind of car is this, why don't you even look at the car logo! Lao Zhang, do you know?"

"I don't recognize it, but it looks like a good car, and it's a new car, so it's no wonder that people are angry, whose car makes this bear child like this can not get angry!"

"Then you don't need to ask for 10,000, do you?"

"Maybe people are angry and want to have more!"

Fortunately, there was someone next to him who understood, explaining: "What do you know! This is a Porsche, a purely imported car, and it costs millions to buy it, and if I want to see this 10,000 yuan, people are talking about it in a small way, and if it really goes to the 4S store to assess the damage, it may have to cost 70,000 or 80,000 yuan!"

“......”

Listening to the surrounding discussions, the old man's cold sweat began to flow, and when Liu Qing came over and said to Shaklu: "Mr. Pandeit, I have already made a copy of the surveillance video of the restaurant and got it, and the police will come over soon!"

Hearing this, the old man immediately collapsed, and then gave the old lady a look, and the old lady immediately sat on the ground and cried: "Oh my God! Isn't this trying to force us two to death! Who can afford so much money!"

Seeing this scene, Shakru immediately understood why this child was so bearish, there was such an unreasonable elder, if the child could learn well, it would be a ghost!

The old lady cried, and suddenly the Virgin couldn't stand it, and said to Shakru: "This gentleman, you can afford to drive such an expensive car, you must be a rich man, so why bother these two old men!"

Shakru was most disgusted with this kind of Madonna, so he immediately retorted: "Is it because my grandson has broken my car, shouldn't I have to pay compensation?"

"But we don't have any money!" cried the old lady.

At this time, the police rushed over, learned about the scene, frowned and said to Shakru: "Mr. Pandit, the situation is basically very clear, it is true that this kid scratched your car, but you have also seen the condition of his guardian, that is, his grandparents, they really can't take out the money, you see that you have full insurance anyway, or this matter will be forgotten!"

Shakru was extremely dissatisfied with the police's amicable attitude: "Forget it? Why forget it? I really don't understand the laws of your country, can you commit crimes because you are poor and not get the corresponding punishment? In that case, what do you need the law for? What do you law enforcers do?"

"I can understand your feelings, but they really can't come up with the money, and it's useless for you to force them to death!" the policeman advised.

PS: I rewrote the end of this chapter and most of the next chapter, but to be honest, I think the original approach was a bit too strong, but it was the most reasonable in law.