"The vase he smashed should be enough for him to serve a few years in prison."
The father and son from the Chen Family were stunned into silence.
"Pull up the surveillance footage." Moreover, Xie Shang remained calm, "Collect these shards and take them for appraisal."
Zhang Xiaoming: "Okay, boss."
Zhang Xiaoming thought to himself, the boss was truly a cultured person who had read many books; if it were a rough person like himself, he would just roll up his sleeves and get physical. Seeing the terrified look on the faces of the troublemaking father and son was truly satisfying.
Chen Fugui, who had lost his previous arrogance, stuttered, "It, it's just a vase."
Xie Shang hummed in acknowledgment, indicating he understood, "Go tell that to the judge."
The father and son from the Chen Family were now rendered speechless.
Then Xie Shang contacted his lawyer, briefly outlined the situation over the phone, and sent over the pawnshop contract regulations and signed documents.
