A police car with a police badge slowly drove into Godol's manor, and Godor took the initiative to greet him from the house. He hasn't become a tycoon yet, and even if he does, he still needs to show a certain amount of respect to Plando, who makes the shit on his ass never wipe clean? If Plando really wants to trouble him, whether he ends up being a tycoon or not, it will be very troublesome.

People tend to show disgust at trouble, but at the same time, they show a certain amount of respect for what causes trouble.

Dressed in a white shirt and crisp suit, Godol looked no different from the upper-class tycoons in the city. He's been experimenting with wax since yesterday, probably because of Wood's influence to make him feel mentally ready to show respect to the rules regardless of whether or not he can cross that threshold in the future.

The smile on his face instantly bloomed as he watched Prondo get out of the car, and he stretched out his hands as he walked down the steps quickly. The cuffs of the inch-long shirt behind his wrists were spotless and white, and he walked up to Plando's side very enthusiastically, holding Plando's fat hand tightly with both hands, and shook it vigorously. He wanted Plando to feel the heat of his palm, the temperature of passion.

"What is the wind that has brought you to me?", Godol let go of his hand, stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture, and led Plando sideways towards the house. This was something he had learned in an etiquette class, and he spent a fortune to hire a royal retired etiquette master to teach him some of the daily manners of high society. At the same time, it also made him realize that it was completely pointless to continue on the current path.

Three hundred dollars per lesson, a lesson is only thirty minutes. You can be too expensive or not to learn, but there are more people who want to learn, and this is the etiquette master invited by Godor to a certain big boss. The more he came into contact with some things in high society, the more he felt small, which was a good thing for Godol, because he was finally able to correctly understand that he was not really burly.

As he walked towards the house under Godol's guidance, he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and he glanced at Godol, sneered, and did not answer his question.

This sneer made Godor's heart tremble inexplicably, and the smile on his face stiffened for a moment, but he hid it well, and changed quickly, no longer asking the question, and leading Plando into his study.

A very luxurious study, the camel hair carpet on the floor is an inch thick, and when you step on it, you can feel like stepping on butter, and there will be a slight sinking process. The gold and red wallpaper decorates the room with gold, and the ornate lighting and decorations make it look like the residence of some top tycoon, or a royal palace.

Plando walked straight behind his desk and sat down in the all-encompassing chair, sighing comfortably. He hooked his fingers, and the old police officer who followed the two handed him the file bag in his hand, and he slapped it on the table and pouted.

Suspiciously, Godor picked up the file bag and pulled out a file from it, his pupils instantly constricted. He calmly placed Cod's file on the table, frowning slightly, "I don't really understand, Mr. Director. If you have come here for those previous slanders and false accusations, I find it unnecessary, that even the city courts have made their final judgments, according to the Imperial Law...... In short, after the final judgment, the cause of the end cannot be pursued. ”

There is indeed such a clause in the imperial law, and it is generally said that the existence of this law was made by those nobles in the past to protect their own interests. Any charge can only be tried once, and after the final judgment is decided, whether or not the conviction was wrong, the charge is considered "disposed of" and is no longer subject to the law and the parties. In the past, the nobles used this law to do a lot of "good things", and now, this law is also abused by criminals.

Godol may be the leader of a gang, but that doesn't mean he can't learn anything. He had read, and of the three hundred and ninety-seven books in the bookcase behind Plando, there were only six that he had not ...... After a closer look, he hadn't had time to look at the others. But these six books, all of which deal with theocratic law and imperial law, he remembers that his boss told him that a wise butcher must know not only how to kill a pig, but also how to sharpen a knife.

So whenever he had the need for sleep, he would pull out one of them, read three or five pages, and fall into a deep sleep.

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

Plando looked at Godol, who met his gaze without fear.

Godor wanted to show his openness, as his etiquette teacher told him, that when he wanted to show some controversial choice, he could show his openness and seriousness by looking into the eyes of others with calm eyes.

But in Plando's view, the stomp was provoking himself.

He sneered and got up from the encircled sofa, took the brim of the police hat he had just thrown on the table, and swept his pants, "Since that's the case, then I have nothing more to say, farewell!"

Why doesn't it work?!

Godor didn't care about etiquette anymore, he knew that if a police chief like Plando could come to him in person without caring about criticism, something important must have happened. Now let Plando go, what if something happens to him?Who will cry when the time comes? He grabbed Plando with a flattering smile, pressed him into a chair again, and immediately took a "Promised Land" from his desk.

"Promised Land" is not soil, but rather looks like a slightly dry and loose mass of soil. This thing is actually a fungus that resembles mushroom mycelium, with a dark brown color of earth, and likes some sunlight, but cannot be exposed to direct sunlight, and most of them grow at the top of the cave entrance. This fungus is very peculiar, and when burned, it emits a very special fragrance that can soothe intense emotions and produce an inexplicable slight happiness.

This used to be a specialty of the Provincial Ya Dynasty, and after the Provincial Ya Dynasty was conquered by the Yaoxing Empire, it became a specialty of the Yaoxing Empire. The main production area was located in the southeastern part of the empire, and because it was sought after by the pleasure-seeking aristocracy, it quickly went from almost proliferating to almost extinction. It is now the economic backbone of the two states, mainly for the social circle of the upper class.

It is because of its special effect that people call it "Promised Land"!

There are twelve sticks in a normal box of Paradise, and the price is between 500 and 600 pieces. If it is a paradise made of wild fungus filament, the price is basically more than 1,000 yuan, and there are only six sticks in a box.

Obviously, this is not wild mycelium, but is bred in captivity. After all, relying on the sale of this thing can support the finances of two states, so you can imagine how valuable this thing is!

Satisfied with his legs, Plando watched as Godor used a solid gold cutter to cut the seal of the Promised Land for him, and then after a little heat, handed it to him. He nodded with satisfaction, took a sip, and sure enough, the whole person relaxed in an instant, and there was a little more laziness. He caught the land between his fingers and glanced at it, "This thing is good. ”

Godor immediately put the pure gold cutter into Plando's pocket, and then handed the half box to the old police officer on the side, "Since you like it, Lord Chief, then take it and play with it!"

Plando pointed at him with a smile before speaking slowly.......