When they arrived at the police station, the young man sat there like a boss, addressing an officer on the side with animated seriousness, "I seriously doubt their store is legal, whether they have the permits or not. You must investigate this thoroughly, absolutely thoroughly."
"Master Ying, rest assured, we will handle this matter seriously. We will notify the relevant departments to verify their documents and see if their store’s paperwork is complete." Officer B immediately moved to notify the relevant departments.
As Xiaofeng saw him moving to make a phone call, she asked, "May I know which documents you are looking to check? This one or this one?"
Xiaofeng threw several business permits in front of the officers, "Here are all the documents, feel free to look."
Officer A glimpsed at the documents, his mouth twitching. It seemed he was also a tough character; she had brought all the necessary documents.
"Master Ying, I believe there must be some misunderstanding here. See, they are just running a small business, indeed not an easy feat. Let’s be forgiving where possible," Officer A said to the young man.
"Do you even know who I am?" the young man suddenly got tough, "I asked you to check a store, and you’re dawdling. If you won’t make the call, I will do it myself."
The young man picked up the phone, dialed a number, and said into the phone, "Dad, I was shopping in their store and someone slapped me. Are you going to handle this?"
Whoever was on the other side said something, and the young man hung up, then sat down on a stool with his legs crossed: "Just you wait, my dad will come himself. Once my dad gets here, you’re all dead."
These officers, lacking perceptiveness, dawdled in handling anything.
"Is Ying Ke coming over?" Officer B spoke obsequiously, "Such a small matter; there’s no need for him to come."
"Now you’re scared, huh? Too late," the young man gloated, "Just wait, my dad will be here soon."
About ten minutes later, a car arrived, and three people got out. The man walking in front wore a striking uniform, looking quite imposing.
Following behind were two assistants, looking rather important.
"Dad, you finally came. If you didn’t show up soon, I was about to be bullied to death here." The young man approached the man, crying out in grievance.
The man glanced at the slap mark on the young man’s face, his expression darkening: "Who did it?"
The young man pointed: "Dad, it was her. She not only hit me but also threatened to teach me a lesson. Dad, she slapped me, which is like slapping you."
Chief Ying glanced over at Xiaofeng, a pretty young girl who looked innocently beautiful, the kind of pure natural beauty he hadn’t encountered in a while.
"Did you hit my son?" Chief Ying asked sternly, his tone undeniable.
"I did," Xiaofeng met his gaze, "Your son didn’t pay after purchasing goods and even bullied my staff. Since his parents won’t discipline him, I had to step in, Chief Ying. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?"
The saying goes, ’The local official is more formidable than the high court.’ Chief Ying might not have wide jurisdiction, but he directly controlled several people, giving him significant power.
"How dare you!" Chief Ying heard this and became very angry, "What do you mean? Are you saying my son has no home training?"
"I never said that; you’re putting words in my own mouth. Chief Ying, you’re a police officer; you should understand that not paying for goods is stealing. When your son commits such acts, doesn’t it reflect parental negligence?"
Previously, taking without asking was stealing; now, going into a store, taking goods without paying is also stealing.
"Your son is a thief, a blatant, self-righteous thief. After my staff caught him, he even demanded they kneel before him. Chief Ying, let me ask, considering your son’s actions, I think disciplining him on your behalf wasn’t wrong. Or do you think, Chief Ying, that such behavior from your son requires more severe methods, perhaps even incarceration, spending some time behind bars?"
Chief Ying listened to Xiaofeng’s sharp retort and scoffed, "Talkative, aren’t you? My son is still a child. Do minor mistakes by children warrant such severity as you describe?"
"As for you, you look young yet run such a big store; I have every reason to suspect your income’s legitimacy. Send a few people to her store to audit the finances, see if there’s any illegal income." Beating his son and trying to teach him a lesson—he won’t let this matter end so simply.