Chicago 1990

Old Qiao went to Thailand and had a good time. He lived on the island, opened a simple beach pergola bar, raised a local woman, and spent his old age in peace. Last year, Thailand’s foreign exchange was in short supply, and the local bank had high interest rates. So he deposited all his rice knives to eat interest... Later, the exchange rate became more and more ‘beautiful’, and he simply changed it to Thai baht under the flick of the bank.

They are all investment ghosts...

With his current energy, Old Joe is no longer involved in the Sinaloa case, but this guy originally abandoned his bail and escaped. If he is destined to cross the road in the United States again, he will have to surrender and be sentenced to prison.

"Then how did you run back?" Song Ya asked him if the air ticket from Thailand to Mexico and the cost of smuggling across the border between Mim and Mexico were not cheap.

"I saw the news that you were shot by a white guy, so I planned to come back to visit you, so I left a special amount of money..."

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

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

Song Ya was moved to hug Lao Qiao again, and patted the back, "Everything will be fine, uh..." He subconsciously wanted to ask Goodman how to fix this, but unfortunately it was already a nonsense.

Old Qiao has lost a lot of weight, but he is a healthy lean, with a bit more gray beard, except that he looks a little unstable and looks fine. "Let’s talk to Barron first, Mike, and drive."

"Are old friends okay?" Old Joe asked, "I know the big A is doing well. I heard him still talking on the radio during the day. Where's Carl?"

"Carl... is helping me with things."

"Eric?"

"Still working as his sound engineer."

"Al, Dile?"

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

The two talked about the past, and Old Mike drove the car all the way to the house of the gang lawyer Barron and made a phone call.

When the light in the room turned on, Barron, in his pajamas, looked carefully in the window. He could see that Old Mike came out and got into the car. "WTF?!" He scolded when he saw Old Joe: "Why are you back?"

Old Joe smirked embarrassedly.

"He needs your professional advice, Barron, I will pay for it." Song Ya patted old Mike on the shoulder, "Find a quiet place."

"Wait, wait... You used your real passport to fly from Thailand to Mexico?"

"Otherwise for M-FXXK? It's dangerous to be found out with a fake...How is the Hell Bobtail now?"

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

"He is back?"

On the road, Barron and Old Qiao started talking in a semi-noisy and semi-discussed manner. Song Ya silently listened. The atmosphere seemed to have returned to a few years ago. The dilapidated street scenes on both sides of the road and the cars galloping in the dark filled their ears. The South City black accent and slang words always wander on the edge of crime.

No, I can't go back and continue to stir up the quagmire of gangs.

Old Qiao lives on an island in Thailand and raises a woman. He would rather go to jail than live a hard life. He did not hesitate to spend the last bit of travel expenses. He took the risk of taking a flight to Mexico with his real passport, then smuggled back from the Mimo border, and went to the lecture site to find opportunities. Talk to yourself...

Song Ya might have guessed that he had guessed the wind and wanted to return to Nancheng and continue his previous life, but the time he ran away was to a certain extent in the Sinaloa case, abandoning his own protection, and surrendering himself. Lu is not completely risk-free, the forces behind his shooting...

"Then what are you planning now?" Barron just asked this.

"The case of Little Binny has been a long time, is there still danger?" Old Joe asked back.

"APLUS should be able to help you with that easily, but what do you say about absconding? You have to go back and surrender." Barron replied.

"I can surrender as long as I don't have to go to jail. I don't want to go to jail at an age..."

"Do you think you are some glorious returning hero?! Joe! You are a fugitive!" Barron shouted at him with anger.

"APLUS..." Old Joe was frustrated by the scolding, and looked at him with expectant eyes.

Barron is also more aware of his energy in the Chicago justice system.

"Ok……"

Song Ya held his head in both hands and thought for a long time. He was shot six times, and it was no longer cold-blooded. The consequences of emotional affair were generally not good. He had been doing this after waking up. He shook his head slightly to Barron.

"You can't do this, Joe, no one can guarantee 100% that you don't have to go to jail, you have to face reality." Barron is now working for himself, and he persuades old Joe in turn.

"I don't know..." Old Joe replied in confusion.

"Barron, get old Joe down first, and we will contact you tomorrow."

Song Ya hugged Lao Qiao again, "It's nice to see you again, Joe, I have another speech tomorrow, and I will contact you again later."

"Ok……"

The next day, Song Ya walked into the long-lost campus of the University of Chicago with a cane.

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

After finishing his speech and stepping down, Estefan brought the songwriter and arranger of the Cup of Life, a total of four Latin musicians, and Estefan bought the song for a total of nearly 1.3 million yuan. Now that the record industry is sluggish, this is a sky-high price. Not to mention that it’s the first Spanish single that will sell well. The lyrics, music, and arrangement royalties of Gomez and others will be divided according to the rules in the future. Gomez will also serve as Producer, 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 got the song officially.

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

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

"Ok."

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

"APLUS."

Before long, old Mike brought Barron in.

"Barron, this is $200,000 in cash. Now the exchange rate is very good, enough for him to go back to Thailand and continue at ease."

It’s better to send Lao Qiao back, "Tell him, I changed my personal accountant, and I didn’t have enough petty cash at the moment. When he returns to Thailand, I will think of ways to pay him regularly... How do I give him the money? , You must have a way~www.ltnovel.com~you are responsible."

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

"You guys don't see each other again? I think he still has a lot to say to you." Barron asked as he counted.

"I also have a lot to say, but it's no longer suitable for contacting him anymore." Song Ya replied, "Old Qiao could only go back if he didn't want to go to jail. The climate there is warm, there are beaches, and there are women company... ."

Go! Go! Go! Ah ah ah ah ah...

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

"OK, wait."

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

"He is no longer the little boy he used to be, Joe, people who can earn a billion dollars are always indifferent."

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

"I understand that I often read his news over there. In fact, I wanted to come back after he was shot at the beginning of the year... Just look at him, he is fine, and I can go there without worrying about my old age. ."

Old Joe, who was holding the hot coffee while drinking, was disappointed, but soon relieved, "Then I will leave tomorrow. There are too many people who can recognize me."

"I'm responsible for sending you back to Mexico. You may need to change the route, which is safer."

Barron asked, "Can you do the rest yourself? Joe."

"Yes, I'm not old enough for that."

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Kenneth invites you to be a guest tonight. He wants to reminisce with you."

"what!"

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