A police car with a police badge slowly drove into gedor''s manor, and gedor took the initiative to welcome out of the house. He hasn''t become a tycoon yet. Even if he becomes a tycoon, he still needs to show some respect to prando. Who can''t wipe the shit on his ass forever? If prando really wants to trouble him, whether he is a tycoon or not, he will be in great trouble.

    People tend to show disgust for trouble, but they also show some respect for what makes trouble.

    Wearing a white shirt and a straight suit, gordol looked no different from the upper class tycoons in the city. He has also tried to use hair wax since yesterday, which may be influenced by wood, making him feel that whether he can cross the threshold in the future or not, he should show his respect for the rules and be psychologically prepared.

    Watching prando get out of the car, the smile on his face burst in an instant. As he walked down the steps, he also stretched out his hands. An inch long shirt was exposed behind his wrist. The cuffs were spotless and white. He walked to prando enthusiastically, held prando''s fat hands tightly and shook them vigorously. He wanted prando to feel the heat in his palm, which was the temperature of enthusiasm.

    "What brings you to me?", godorson opened his hand, extended his hand, made an invitation, and led prando sideways to the house. This is what he learned in etiquette class. He spent a lot of money to find a retired Royal etiquette teacher to teach him some daily etiquette of upper class society. At the same time, it also made him realize that it would be meaningless to stick to the current road.

    Three hundred dollars a class, a class only thirty minutes. You can be too expensive or not to learn, but there are many people who want to learn, and this is the etiquette teacher who gordol invited a big boss. The more he comes into contact with some things in the upper class society, the more he feels small. This is a good thing for gordol, because he can finally correctly understand that he is not tall.

    As he walked toward the house under the guidance of godol, he took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He glanced sideways at godol, sneered and didn''t answer his question.

    The sneer made gedor''s heart shake inexplicably. The smile on his face was so stiff for a moment, but he hid well and changed quickly. He stopped asking this question and led prando into his study.

    A very luxurious study. The camel hair carpet on the ground is an inch thick. When stepping on it, you can feel it like stepping on butter, and there will be a slight subsidence process. The golden and red wallpaper decorates the whole room with resplendence, gorgeous lighting and some decoration, making it like in the residence of some top tycoons or the palace.

    Prando went directly behind the desk and sat down in the surrounded chair with a comfortable sigh. He hooked his fingers, and the old policeman who followed them handed him the file bag in his hand. He slapped it on the table and pursed his lips.

    Gordol suspiciously picked up the file bag, pulled out a file, and his pupils contracted in a circle. He calmly put kode''s file on the table and frowned slightly. "I don''t quite understand, Mr. director. If you come here for the previous slander and false accusations, I don''t think it''s necessary. Even the city court has made the final judgment. According to article of the imperial law... In short, the reason for the end can''t be investigated after the final judgment."

    There is indeed such a law in the imperial law. Generally speaking, the existence of this law was formulated by those nobles in the past to protect their own interests. Any crime can only be tried once. After the final judgment, whether it is miscarriage of justice or not, this crime will be regarded as "handled" and will no longer be investigated by the law and the parties. At that time, those nobles used this law to do a lot of "good things", but now, this law is also abused by criminals.

    Gordol is the leader of a gang, but that doesn''t mean he can be ignorant. He has read. Of the 397 books in the bookcase behind prando, there are only six insignificant books. He hasn''t... Read them carefully, and he hasn''t had time to read the others. But these six books all involve theocracy and imperial law. He remembered that his boss told him that a smart butcher should know not only how to kill pigs, but also how to sharpen knives.

    So as long as he needs sleep, he will take out one of them, read three or five pages, and then fall into deep sleep.

    After reading so many books, he can always remember a little content, and he can probably remember this one, because he also needs to use it many times.

    Prando looked at gordol, who met his eyes without fear.

    Godor wants to show his magnanimity. His etiquette teacher told him that when he wants to express a controversial choice, he can show his magnanimity and seriousness by facing other people''s eyes with calm eyes.

    But from prando''s point of view, the man on the horse is provoking himself.

    He stood up from the surrounded sofa with a sneer, took the brim of the police hat he had just thrown on the table, and swept his pants. "In that case, I have nothing to say. Goodbye!"

    Why doesn''t it work?!

    Gordol did not care about etiquette. He knew that if a police chief like prando could come to him without criticism, something important must have happened. Now let Prandtl go. What if something happens later? Who will cry then? With a flattering smile, he grabbed prando, pushed him into his chair, and immediately took a "paradise" from his desk.

    "Happy land" is not soil, but looks like a group of slightly dry and loose soil. This kind of thing is actually a fungus similar to mushroom mycelium. It looks like a dark brown of soil. It likes to have a certain amount of sunlight, but it can''t be directly irradiated by sunlight. Most of them grow on the top of the cave entrance. This fungus is very strange. When burning, it will emit a very special fragrance, which can calm the intense emotion and produce an inexplicable slight happiness.

    This was once a specialty of the provincial Ya Dynasty. After the provincial Ya Dynasty was conquered by the Yaoxing Empire, it became a specialty of the Yaoxing empire. The main producing area was located in the southeast of the Empire. Because it was sought after by the aristocrats who liked to pursue pleasure, it soon almost spread to extinction. It is now the economic pillar of the two states, mainly for the upper class social communication circle.

    Because of its special effect, people call it "paradise"!

    A box of ordinary paradise has 12 sticks, and the price is between 500 and 600 yuan. If it is a paradise made of wild fungal silk, the price is basically more than 1000 yuan, and there are only six in a box.

    Obviously, this is not wild hyphae, but artificially raised. After all, relying on the sale of this thing can support the finances of the two states. We can imagine how high the value of this thing is!

    Prando cocked up his legs with satisfaction, watched gordol use a pure gold incision device to cut the mouth of the happy land for him, then heated it slightly, and handed the happy land to him. He nodded his head with satisfaction and took a sip. Sure enough, the whole person relaxed in an instant and was a little lazy. He took a glance between his fingers. "It''s a good thing."

    Gordol immediately put the pure gold incision device into prando''s pocket, and then handed over the most half of the box to the old policeman on one side, "since you like it, chief, take it to play!"

    Prando pointed to him with a smile, and then said slowly.