A police car with a police badge slowly drove into Gordor's manor, and Gordor took the initiative to welcome him out of the house. He has not become a tycoon yet. Even if he becomes a tycoon, he still needs to show some respect to Plando. Who made the shit on his butt never wipe clean? If Plando really wants to cause trouble for him, no matter whether he is a tycoon in the end, it will be very troublesome.

People often show disgust for trouble, but at the same time they also show a certain respect for the things that cause trouble.

Gordore wore a white shirt and a straight suit, and looked no different from those high-class tycoons in the city. He also tried to use hair wax since yesterday, probably because he was influenced by Wood, which made him feel that no matter whether he could cross that threshold in the future, he would show his tribute to the rules and be mentally prepared.

As he watched Plando get out of the car, the smile on his face instantly bloomed. While walking down the steps quickly, he also stretched out his hands. The inch-long shirt cuffs were spotless behind his wrists, which were spotless and dazzling. He walked to Plando enthusiastically, held Plando's fat hand tightly with both hands and shook it hard. He asked Plando to feel the heat in his palm, which was the warmth of enthusiasm.

"What wind blows you to me?" Gordore let go of his hand, reached out and made an invitation move, and led Plando toward the house. This was what he learned in etiquette classes. He spent a lot of money to find a retired etiquette teacher in the royal family to teach him some of the daily etiquette of the upper class. At the same time, it also made him realize that it would be completely meaningless if he had to stick to the current path.

A class costs 300 yuan per class, and only 30 minutes per class. You can think it is expensive or not to learn, but there are too many people who want to learn it. Moreover, this is a etiquette teacher invited by Gedore to a big boss. The more you come into contact with some things in the upper class, the more you feel that you are small. This is a good thing for Gedore, because he can finally understand correctly that he is not actually strong.

While walking towards the house under Godore's guidance, he wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with a handkerchief. He glanced at Godore sideways and sneered, without answering his question.

This sneer made Gedoll'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 Plando into his study.

A very luxurious study room, the camel velvet carpet on the floor is one inch thick. When you step on it, you can feel like you are stepping on butter, and there will be a slight sagging process. The golden and red wallpapers decorate the whole room with magnificent magnificent lights and some decorations make it like it is in the residence of some top tycoons or in the palace.

Plando walked directly to the desk, sat in the fully enclosed chair, sighing comfortably. He hooked his fingers, and the old policeman who followed the two of them handed him the file bag in his hand. He slapped hard on the table and pouted.

Gordor took the file bag suspiciously and pulled out a file from it. His pupils instantly shrank. He calmly placed Cod's file on the table and frowned slightly, "I don't understand very well, Mr. Director. If you came here for the past slander and false accusations, I don't think it's necessary. Even the city court made the final judgment. According to the Imperial Law... In short, the final judgment cannot be investigated after the final judgment."

There is indeed such a law in the imperial law. In layman's terms, the existence of this law was formulated by the nobles in the past to protect their own interests. Any crime can only be tried once. After the final judgment, whether it is a misjudgment or not, the crime will be regarded as "handled" 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", but now, this law has also been abused by criminals.

Although Gordor is the leader of a gang, this does not mean that he can be ignorant. He has read books, and among the 397 books placed in the bookcase behind Plando, there are only six insignificant books he does not... After reading carefully, he has not had time to read the others. However, these six books all involve the law of the divine power and the law of the empire. He remembered that his boss told him that a smart butcher must not only know how to kill pigs, but also how to sharpen his knife.

So as long as he has a need for sleep, he will draw 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 often needs to use it.

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

Gordor wanted to show his openness, and this was what his etiquette teacher told him that when he wanted to express some controversial choice, he could face other people's eyes with a calm look, which could show his openness and seriousness.

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

He sneered and stood up from the all-enclosed sofa, holding the brim of the police hat he had just thrown on the table, sweeping his pants, "Since that's the case, then I have nothing to say, say goodbye!"

Why doesn't it work?!

Gordor didn't care about etiquette or politeness. He knew that if a police chief like Plando could not care about criticism and come to him in person, something important must have happened. Now that Plando is leaving, what if something unexpected happens later? Who will cry when he asks him to cry? He grabbed Plando with a flattering smile, pressed him into a chair, and immediately took a "Playland" from the desk.

"Perpaya" is not soil, it looks like a slightly dry and loose soil. This thing is actually a fungus similar to mushroom mycelium. It has a dark brown color of soil on the outside. It likes a certain amount of sunlight, but cannot be directly exposed to sunlight. Most of them grow at the top of the entrance of the cave. This fungus is very strange. When it burns, it emits a very special fragrance, which can soothe intense emotions and produces 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 source of the Empire was located in the southeast of the empire. Because it was sought after by nobles who liked to pursue pleasure, it quickly went from almost to almost extinction. It is now the economic pillar of the two states, mainly for the upper social communication circles.

It is precisely because of its special effect that people call it "Playland"!

There are twelve pieces of ordinary paradise, and the price is between 500 and 600 yuan. If it is a paradise made of wild mycelium, the price is basically more than 1,000 yuan, and a box only has six pieces.

Obviously, this is not a wild mycelium, but a man-raising. After all, relying on selling this thing can support the finances of the two states, you can imagine how valuable this thing is!

Plando raised his legs with satisfaction, and watched Gordor use a pure gold cutter to cut the mouth of Peruzzo for him, and then heated it slightly, handed Peruzzo to him. He nodded with satisfaction and took a breath. Sure enough, he relaxed in an instant, and there was a little more laziness. He grabbed Peruzzo between his fingers and glanced, "This thing is good."

Gordor immediately put the pure gold notcher into Plando's pocket, and then handed the most of the box to the old police officer on the side, "Since you like it, please take it for fun!"
Chapter completed!