Chapter 1134? Obtained the Cup of Life

Old Qiao ran to Thailand and lived a good life. He lived on the island, opened a simple bar with a beach pergola, raised a local woman, and spent his old age peacefully. Last year, there was a shortage of foreign exchange in Thailand, and the local banks took high interest rates to absorb deposits, so he deposited all the rice knives in it to earn interest... Later, the exchange rate became more and more "beautiful", and he simply changed it into Thai baht under the bank's tricks.

They're all investment geniuses...

With his current energy, Old Joe is no longer involved in the Sinaloa case, but this guy jumped bail and absconded at the beginning. He is destined to go back and surrender and accept additional punishment and imprisonment if he wants to re-establish a clear path in the United States.

"Then how did you come back?" Song Ya asked him because the air ticket from Thailand to Mexico and the cost of smuggling across the Mi-Mex border were not cheap.

"I saw the news that you were shot by a white man, and I planned to come back to visit you at that time, so I left a special sum of money..."

Old Joe said, "I'm glad you're all right now."

"It's okay, I was not beaten to death by the white man, everyone is fine."

Song Ya was touched and hugged Old Qiao again, and patted his back, "Everything will be fine, uh..." He subconsciously wanted to ask Goodman how to get this done, but unfortunately things have changed.

Old Joe has lost a lot of weight, but it is a healthy kind of thinness, his beard is a little more grizzled, and he looks okay except for a little emotional instability. "Let's talk to Barron first, Mike, drive."

"How are the old friends?" Old Joe asked. "I know Big A is doing well. I heard him talking nonsense on the radio during the day. Where's Carl?"

"Carl... is helping me with something."

"Eric?"

"Still working as his sound engineer."

"Al, Delay?"

"Al is the same, Delay...betrayed me."

The two were talking about the old days, and the old Mike drove the car all the way outside the house of the gang lawyer Barron and made a phone call.

The light in the room was on, and Barron, who was in pajamas, looked carefully through the window. He came out after seeing Old Mike clearly, and got into the car, "WTF?!" When he saw Old Joe, he scolded, "Why are you back?"

Old Joe smiled embarrassedly.

"He needs your professional advice, Barron, and I'll pay for it." Song Ya patted Old Mike on the shoulder, "Find a quieter place."

"Wait, wait... You took the flight from Thailand to Mexico with a real passport?"

"What about M-FXXK? It's dangerous to be found out with a fake one... How is Hell Bobtail now?"

"It's okay, Mr. Kenneth is back."

"He is back?"

Barron and Old Joe began to chat half-noisily and half-consultatively on the road. Song Ya listened silently. The atmosphere seemed to return to a few years ago in a trance. The southern city black accent and slang, always wandering on the edge of crime.

No, you can't go back and continue messing with the gang.

Lao Qiao lives on an island in Thailand, raises a woman, and would rather go to jail than live a hard life. He does not hesitate to spend the last bit of travel expenses, takes the risk of taking a flight to Mexico with a real passport, and then smuggles back from the Mimo border, and even goes to the speech site to find opportunities talk to yourself...

Song Ya can probably guess his mentality of wanting to return to Nancheng and continue his previous life after guessing that the news has passed, but the timing of his escape back then was to some extent regarded as abandoning himself in the Sinaloa case to protect himself. Lu is not completely risk-free, the forces behind his shooting...

"Then what are you going to do now?" Barron happened to ask this.

"Little Binny's case has been going on for a long time, is there still danger?" Old Joe asked back.

"APLUS should be able to handle that easily for you, but what about jumping bail and absconding? You have to go back and turn yourself in." Barron replied.

"I can turn myself in, as long as I don't go to jail. I don't want to go to jail at my age..."

"Do you think you are some hero who has returned home with honor?! Joe! You are a fugitive!" Barron yelled at him angrily.

"APLUS..." Old Qiao was dejected by the scolding, and looked at himself expectantly.

Barron, too, is more aware of his power in the Chicago justice system.

"Um……"

Song Ya put his head in his hands and thought for a long time. He was shot six times. He couldn't be more cold-blooded. The consequences of acting emotionally are generally not good. He has been doing this after waking up. He shook his head slightly at Barron.

"You can't do this, Joe. No one can guarantee that you won't go to jail. You have to face the reality." Barron is now working for himself, and he persuades Old Joe in turn.

"I don't know..." Old Qiao replied confusedly.

"Barron, settle down with Old Joe first, and we will contact you tomorrow."

Song Ya hugged Lao Qiao again, "Nice to see you again, Joe, I have a speech tomorrow, and I will contact you later."

"All right……"

The next day, Song Ya walked into the long-awaited University of Chicago campus on crutches.

"Mr. Estefan, hello, Gomez..."

After finishing his speech and leaving the stage, Estefan brought the songwriter and arranger of the Cup of Life, and a total of four Latin musicians came over. Estefan spent nearly 1.3 million on Song Ya’s purchase of this song. , now that the record industry is in recession, this is a sky-high price, not to mention it is the first Spanish single that I don’t know if it will be a hit. Gomez and others’ lyrics, music, and arrangement royalties will be divided according to industry regulations. Gomez also serves as The producer, the producer's share is also indispensable.

"Let's go to the recording studio."

The group returned to the headquarters of A+ Records, Song Ya signed the documents with them, and finally officially got the song.

"When will the recording start?" the Latin musicians asked.

"Right now, I will come here to record songs when I have time, and you are ready to start working." The deep sea recording studio has been upgraded, Song Ya greeted them, "Mr. Estefan, please help me show them around here ,Thanks."

"OK."

After sending the group out, Song Ya stayed alone in Linda's president's office, with his eyes blank, sitting on the boss's chair and looking out the window silently.

"APLUS."

Not long after, old Mike brought Baron in.

"Baron, this is 200,000 knives in cash. The exchange rate is good now, enough for him to go back to Thailand and continue to enjoy himself."

It's better to send Old Joe back, "Tell him, I changed a private accountant, and I can't make up so much petty cash for a while. After he returns to Thailand, I will find a way to give him money on a regular basis... how to give him the money , you must have a solution, you are responsible."

Old Mike opened the black travel bag, and Song Ya took out two bundles and put them in front of Barron, "This is your lawyer's fee."

"Aren't you seeing each other again? I feel that he still has a lot to say to you." Barron asked while counting.

"I also have a lot to talk about, but it's not suitable for me to get in touch with him anymore." Song Ya replied, "Old Joe doesn't want to go to jail, so he probably has to go back. The climate is warm, there are beaches, and there are women to accompany him... that's it. .”

Go! Go! Go! Ahhhhhhhh...

"Higher APLUS, passion, singing Spanish songs requires passion..." Producer Gomez's voice came into the recording studio.

"OK, wait."

Song Ya stopped to think about it again, and continued to sing: "Life is pure passion, full of love and fighting for it, determined to win..."

"He's not the little boy he used to be, Joe. People who make a billion are always cold."

In a small hotel in South City, Barron said as he handed over the cash to Old Joe.

"I understand. I often read his news over there. In fact, after he was shot at the beginning of the year, I wanted to come back...Look at him, as long as he is fine, I can go there without any worries and continue to spend my old age there. .”

Old Qiao, who was holding a cup of hot coffee, was disappointed, but soon relieved, "Then I will leave tomorrow, there are too many people who can recognize me here."

"I'm in charge of sending you back to Mexico. It may be necessary to change the route, which is safer."

Barron asked, "Can you handle the rest by yourself, Joe."

"Okay, I'm not that old yet."

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Kenneth invites you to be a guest tonight, and he wants to catch up with you."

"ha!"

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