A police car with a police badge slowly drove into Gedol's manor, and Gedol took the initiative to greet him from the house. He has not yet become a tycoon. Even if he becomes a tycoon, he still needs to show a certain amount of respect to Prondeau. Who will never wipe the shit off his ass? If Prondo really wants to cause trouble for him, it will be very troublesome no matter whether he ends up being a tycoon or not.
People tend to show aversion to trouble, but at the same time they also show a certain respect for the things that cause trouble.
Gedol was wearing a white shirt and a crisp suit, and he looked no different from the upper-class tycoons in the city. He has also tried to use hair wax since yesterday. It may be that he was influenced by Wood, which made him feel that no matter whether he could cross that threshold in the future, he must show respect to the rules and was mentally prepared.
Watching Prondo get out of the car, a smile instantly bloomed on his face. He quickly walked down the steps and stretched out his hands. The one-inch-long shirt cuffs exposed behind his wrists were spotless, and the white was a bit dazzling. He walked to Plando enthusiastically, held Plando's plump hand tightly with both hands, and shook it vigorously. He wanted Pronto to feel the heat in his palm, the warmth of passion.
"What kind of wind brought you to me?" Godol let go of his hand, stretched out his hand to make an invitation, and led Prondeau sideways towards the house. He learned this in etiquette classes and paid a fortune to have a retired royal etiquette teacher teach him some of the daily etiquette of high society. At the same time, it also made him realize that it was completely meaningless to continue on the current path.
A class costs three hundred yuan, and each class lasts only thirty minutes. You may not want to learn it because it is too expensive, but there are many people who want to learn it, and this is the etiquette master that Godor hired after asking a certain big boss. The more he comes into contact with things from the upper class, the more he feels his own insignificance. This is a good thing for Godol, because he can finally understand correctly that he is not actually tall.
While walking towards the house under Gedol's guidance, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. He glanced sideways at Gedol, sneered, and did not answer his question.
This sneer made Gedol's heart tremble inexplicably. The smile on his face became stiff for a moment, but he hid it well and changed quickly. He stopped asking this question and kept leading Pu Lang. Duo entered his study.
A very luxurious study room. The camel hair carpet on the floor is an inch thick. When you step on it, you can feel like you are stepping on butter, and it will sink slightly. The gold and red wallpapers decorated the entire room with splendor, and the gorgeous lighting and some decorations made the place look like the residence of some top tycoon or a palace.
Prondo walked directly behind the desk, sat down in the chair surrounded by him, and sighed comfortably. He hooked his fingers, and the old police officer who followed the two handed him the file bag in his hand. He slapped it on the table hard and pouted.
Gedol picked up the file bag suspiciously and pulled out a file. His pupils shrank instantly. He calmly placed Cord's file on the table, frowning slightly, "I don't quite understand, Mr. Director. If you are here for those previous slanders and false accusations, I don't think it is necessary. Even the city court The final judgment has been made. According to the Imperial Law... In short, the cause of the end cannot be pursued after the final judgment. "
There is indeed such an article in the imperial law. To put it simply, the existence of this law was enacted by the nobles in the past to protect their own interests. Any crime can only be tried once. After the final verdict, regardless of whether it was a miscarriage of justice or not, the crime will be considered "handled" and will no longer be pursued by the law and the parties. Those nobles used this law to do a lot of "good things" back then, but now, this law is also abused by criminals.
Although Godol is the leader of a gang, this does not mean that he can be uneducated. He was reading. Among the three hundred and ninety-seven books placed in the bookcase behind Prondo, there were only a negligible six books that he had not... carefully read, and he had not had time to read the others. But these six books all involve theocratic law and imperial law. He remembers his boss telling him that a smart butcher must not only know how to kill pigs, but also know how to sharpen a knife.
So whenever he needs sleep, he will take out one of them, read three or five pages, and then fall into a deep sleep.
After reading so many books, he can always remember a little bit of the content, and he can roughly remember this one, because he also needs to use it many times.
Prondo looked at Gedol, who met his gaze without fear.
Godol wanted to show his magnanimity. His etiquette teacher told him this. When he wanted to express some controversial choice, he could look into the eyes of others with calm eyes to express his magnanimity and serious.
But from Prondo's point of view, this guy is provoking himself.
He sneered and stood up from the sofa surrounded by everyone, took the brim of the police hat he had just thrown on the table, and swept his pants, "If this is the case, then I have nothing to say, farewell!" "
Why doesn't it work? !
Godol didn't care about etiquette anymore. He knew that if a police chief like Prondeau came to him in person regardless of criticism, something important must have happened. Now that Plando is gone, what if something unexpected happens later? Who will you cry to then? With a flattering smile, he grabbed Prondeau, pushed him into the chair, and immediately took a "Elysium" from the desk.
The "promised land" is not soil, but looks like a ball of slightly dry and loose soil. This thing is actually a fungus similar to mushroom hyphae. Its appearance is an earthy dark brown color. It likes a certain amount of sunlight, but cannot be exposed to direct sunlight. Most of them grow at the top of the cave entrance. This fungus is very peculiar. When it burns, it emits a very special fragrance, which can soothe intense emotions and produce an inexplicable slight happiness.
This was once a specialty of the Shengya Dynasty. After the Shengya Dynasty was conquered by the Yaoxing Empire, it became a specialty of the Yaoxing Empire. The main production area is located in the southeastern part of the empire. Because it is sought after by the nobles who like to pursue pleasure, it quickly went from almost flooding to almost extinct. It is now the economic backbone of the two states and is mainly used by the upper class social circle.
It is precisely because of its special effects that people call it the "Promised Land"!
An ordinary box of Paradise contains twelve sticks and sells for between 500 and 600 yuan. If it is made of wild fungal silk, the price is basically more than a thousand yuan, and there are only six sticks in a box.
Obviously, this is not wild mycelium, but artificially raised. After all, relying on the sale of this thing can support the finances of two states. You can imagine how valuable this thing is!
Prondo crossed his legs with satisfaction and watched as Gedol used a pure gold incision tool to cut open the mouth of the paradise for him, then heated it slightly and handed the paradise to him. He nodded with satisfaction and took a sip. Sure enough, his whole body relaxed instantly and became a little more lazy. He held the paradise between his fingers and glanced at it, "This thing is good."
Gedol immediately put the pure gold incision tool into Prondeau's pocket, and then handed most of the box to the old police officer on the side, "Since you like it, Director, let's play with it!"
Plando pointed at him with a smile, and then said slowly...
(End of chapter)