Too Bad I Take Things Seriously

An incident occurring now... is better than it happening later.

When it comes to educating children, the sooner, the better.

If it's too late... no amount of education will be of any use.

It's easy to pick up bad habits but hard to cultivate good ones.

Blind indulgence only leads children down a path of no return.

So, the old saying is apt: 'To spoil a child is to kill a child.' It's not an exaggeration at all.

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In the Mountain and Water Garden District's property management center, He Bimin sat in his office, letting out a long sigh of relief. This morning, the verdict for the car vandalism case had come out. It was a fast-tracked trial with the judgment announced in court, the entire process taking less than an hour. In this verdict, the property management was not implicated in any no-fault liability. During the trial, they had only acted as witnesses.

"Fortunately, Bai Shuirong and the others don't understand the law, so the property management doesn't have to take the blame for this..." he muttered, quite relieved. The incident had occurred in an area managed by them. Regardless of fault, they would typically have to assume a certain degree of responsibility. However, Qin Mu and the other nine car owners hadn't claimed compensation from them, nor had the court ordered them to pay any. This time, thanks to his adept handling of the situation, the property management had successfully avoided being embroiled in the car vandalism case.

From seven or eight hundred thousand, it directly jumped to 1.14 million. Offending Qin Mu... truly leads to no good end.

Then, he gave a wry smile. After the incident, he had led the property management to get involved immediately, which was why Qin Mu hadn't held a grudge against him.

Otherwise... he had reason to believe Qin Mu would definitely have added their property management company to the list of defendants in the lawsuit!

And once the property management was involved in this case, his job would probably be over.

"Manager, bad news! There's trouble in the underground garage again! You better go take a look!"

Suddenly, a property management employee ran into the office, his face pale with panic.

He Bimin frowned. "What's with all the panic? What happened?"

The employee swallowed hard and said with a bitter smile, "The cars in the underground garage... they've been vandalized again."

"What?" He Bimin's eyes widened, and he shot up from his seat, hurrying towards the underground garage.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the underground garage and was met with a scene of utter chaos. In one section, cars parked in their bays had each been slashed with a long, thin gash, apparently by a small knife. Row after row of them. A rough estimate suggested dozens of cars were damaged this time.

He Bimin's face turned ashen, and his body trembled. He felt like he was about to have a heart attack from sheer anger.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

From not far off, the struggling cries of a child could be heard. A security guard was holding a six-year-old little terror, having just snatched a small knife from his hand. The child's arms were covered in bruises, his small eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed furious.

"Manager, while on patrol, I saw him scratching cars with this knife. He scratched a line on each one; it looked like he was trying to go through the entire garage." The security guard reported while effortlessly holding the little terror.

Ever since the previous car vandalism incident in the underground garage, the property management had arranged for increased patrols in all public areas of the district.

He Bimin looked up, his gaze fixed on the child held by the security guard, his expression complex.

This child... It was Zhang He's son. The main culprit who had vandalized nine cars previously.

"Manager, we just did a count. A total of fifty-three cars are damaged, each with a long scratch on its body," another property management employee reported shortly after, providing the statistics.

Fifty-three... He Bimin swallowed hard, feeling his scalp tingle. That was six times the number of cars damaged last time! And this was only because the security guard discovered him in time. If he hadn't been noticed... all the cars in the garage would likely have suffered the same fate.

"Quickly contact his parents, and... the owners of these vehicles."

Finally, he sighed softly and began to deal with the situation.

With someone like Qin Mu in the district, he no longer dared to handle things perfunctorily. And with fifty-three cars damaged... if the owners started to cause a scene, the property management would undoubtedly face immense pressure. They had to give these car owners a proper explanation.