Cosma Empire

A police car with a police badge on it slowly drove into Gedor's manor, and Gedor greeted him from the house. He hasn't become a tycoon yet, even if he becomes a tycoon, he still needs to show a certain amount of respect to Prando, who will never wipe the shit on his ass clean? If Prondo really wants to trouble him, no matter whether he is a tycoon or not in the end, it will be very troublesome.

People tend to show distaste for trouble, but at the same time show a certain respect for the troublemaker.

Wearing a white shirt and a crisp suit, Godor looked no different from those high-society tycoons in the city. He has also tried to use pomade since yesterday, probably because of Wood's influence, which made him feel that no matter whether he can cross that threshold in the future, he must show respect for the rules and be mentally prepared.

Watching Prondo get out of the car, a smile instantly bloomed on his face, and he stretched out his hands as he walked down the steps quickly. The one-inch-long shirt cuffs that were exposed behind the wrist were spotless, and the white was a bit dazzling. He enthusiastically walked up to Prando, held Prando's fat hand tightly with both hands, and shook it vigorously. He wanted Prondo to feel the heat of his palm, the warmth of passion.

"What wind brought you to me?" Gedor let go of his hand, stretched out his hand as an invitation, and led Pronto towards the house sideways. He learned it in etiquette lessons, paying a fortune for a retired royal etiquette master to teach him some high-society day-to-day manners. At the same time, it also made him realize that it would be completely meaningless if he insisted on going on the current path.

Three hundred yuan a class, and a class is only 30 minutes. You can think it's too expensive or not to learn it, but there are many people who want to learn it, and this is the etiquette teacher that Gedor asked a certain big boss to invite. The more he comes into contact with some things in the upper class, the more he feels his own insignificance. This is a good thing for Gedor, because he can finally correctly understand that he is actually not big.

While walking towards the house under the guidance of Gedor, while wiping the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, he squinted at Gedor, sneered, and did not answer his question.

This sneer made Gedor tremble inexplicably, the smile on his face froze for a moment, but he hid it well and changed quickly. He stopped asking this question and kept attracting Prang Duo went into his study.

In a very luxurious study room, the camel hair carpet on the floor is a full inch thick. When you step on it, you can feel like you are stepping on butter, and there will be a slight sag in the process. The golden and red wallpapers decorate the whole room resplendently, and the gorgeous lighting and some decorations make it look like you are in the residence of some top tycoons, or in the palace.

Prondo walked directly behind the desk, sat down in the fully surrounded chair, and sighed comfortably. He hooked his fingers, and the old police officer who was following the two handed him the file bag in his hand. He slapped it hard on the table and pouted.

Gedor picked up the file bag suspiciously, pulled out a file from it, and his pupils shrank instantly. He calmly put Kodd's file on the table, frowning slightly, "I don't quite understand, Mr. Director. If you came here for the previous slander and false accusations, I don't think it is necessary. Even the city court They all made a final judgment, according to the Imperial Law... In short, after the final judgment, the cause of the end can no longer be pursued."

There is indeed such a law in the imperial law. In layman's terms, the existence of this law was enacted by the nobles in the past to protect their own interests. Any charge can only be tried once. After the final judgment is made, no matter whether it is a misjudgment or not, the charge will be regarded as "processed" and will no longer be pursued by the law and the parties involved. Those nobles used this law to do a lot of "good things".

Now, this law is also being abused by criminals.

Although Godor is the leader of a gang, it doesn't mean that he can be ignorant. He has read books. Among the 397 books in the bookcase behind Prondo, he has only read six insignificant books... carefully, and he has not had time to read the others. But these six books all involved the laws of theocracy and imperial law. He remembered that his boss told him that a smart butcher should not only know how to kill pigs, but also how to sharpen knives.

So as long as he needs sleep, he will pull 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 content, and he can roughly remember this one, because he needs to use it many times.

Plando looked at Gedor, and Gedor met his gaze without fear.

Godor wants to show his frankness, his etiquette teacher told him so, when he wants to express some kind of controversial choice, he can express his frankness and sincerity by looking into other people's eyes with calm eyes. serious.

But in Prondo's view, this guy is provoking himself.

He sneered and stood up from the sofa surrounded by him, took the brim of the police hat he threw on the table just now, and swept his pants, "Since this is the case, then I have nothing to say, goodbye! "

Why doesn't it work? !

Gedor also didn't care about etiquette and impoliteness. He knew that if a police chief like Plando came to him in person without caring about criticism, something important must have happened. Let Prondo go now, what if something unexpected happens later? When the time comes, who will you cry to? With a flattering smile, he grabbed Prondo, pushed him into the chair, and immediately took a "paradise" from the desk.

The "promised land" is not soil, but looks like a group of slightly dry and loose soil. This kind of thing is actually a kind of fungus similar to mushroom hyphae. Its appearance is a kind of earthy dark brown color. It likes to have a certain amount of sunlight, but it cannot be directly exposed to sunlight. Most of them grow on the top of the entrance of the cave. This kind of fungus is very peculiar. When it burns, it emits a very special fragrance, which can soothe intense emotions, and at the same time produce a kind of inexplicable slight happiness.

This used to be 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 southeast of the empire. Because it is sought after by the nobles who like to pursue pleasure, it quickly went from almost flooding to almost extinction. It is now the economic pillar of the two states, and it is mainly used by the upper-class social circle.

It is precisely because of its special effects that people call it "paradise"!

A box of ordinary happy land has twelve 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 one 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, one can imagine how valuable this thing is!

Prondo raised his legs in satisfaction, watching Gedor use a pure gold incision tool to cut open the mouth of Paradise for him, and after heating it slightly, he handed Paradise to him. He nodded in satisfaction, took a breath, and sure enough, he relaxed instantly, and became a little more lazy. He held the paradise between his fingers and glanced, "This thing is not bad."

Gedor immediately put the pure gold incisor into Prando's pocket, and then handed over half of the box to the old policeman on the side, "Since you like it, Mr. Chief, then play with it!"

Pronto pointed at him with a smile, and then said slowly...