Portable Intelligent System

This time, Qin Yan did not have any hesitation, answered the phone directly, and said it professionally.

Although I haven't received the call for a long time, I still have basic professionalism.

Li Ziqian on the side of a paragraph of speech is also in a daze. She really doesn't know that she still needs such a long line to answer a phone call!

Now she also some understand why just now when he answered the phone, Qin Yan cast a look of panic to himself.

"Did Xu Ling read that letter?" After Qin Yan finished his welcome speech carefully and comprehensively, a cold voice came from the other end of the phone.

This is Qin Yan was asked a Leng, now people speak so directly? Without saying anything, just throw over a question.

And listen to the opposite tone, it seems that it is not good stubble, deep and solemn, there is a trace of insidious!

However, Qin Yan answered the phone this time. She has been working as a telephone editor for a long time, so she has a wide range of knowledge. At the same time, the long-term exercise also enables her to cope with all kinds of emergencies, such as now.

A little stupefied for a while, Qin Yan understood that the letter in the other party's mouth should be one of those received this afternoon.

Before the program started, Xu Ling only read one letter, so Qin Yan was not sure whether the letter belonged to the person on the phone.

As a result, Qin Yan can only take a bend, "the letter is sent late, the anchor will check it at the first time after the program, please don't worry."

"Well, I haven't seen it yet, have I?" There pondered for a while and asked again.

"Yes." Qin Yan had no choice but to answer the question.

Such a special call to urge the letter, you can't be full of nonsense, when the time comes to let slip, it's really embarrassing.

However, just finished, Qin Yan suddenly found that Xu Ling in the broadcasting room didn't seem to have a program!

The original time has come to the time of half-time, with the first experience, Xu Ling will not squeeze out the advertising time.

And Qin Yan also seized Xu Ling's rest time, said to the other side, then turned the phone, at the same time also quickly explained to Xu Ling, "Mr. Xu, this person asked if you have read his letter, it seems to be quite anxious!"

"Anxious?" Xu Ling is thinking about his performance just now. He is still a little surprised when he receives the phone call. After hearing Qin Yan's explanation, he immediately thinks of the sick guy.

"Hello! Hello, I'm Xu Ling Pick up the phone, Xu Lingxian made a self introduction, also let the other party have a preparation.

"Xu Ling, have you read my letter?" No matter Xu Ling or Qin Yan, there is no change in the tone of voice there. It's the cold look.

"Which is your letter, I venture to ask?" Listen to this tone, Xu Ling can be sure that the phone call is not from the sick guy, because although this person speaks coldly, he is full of air, not like he is sick, so Xu Ling has to ask.

I received a total of five letters, in addition to the letter that mother wrote to read, the rest have not read it!

"The dark yellow cover, with a row of gilded characters on it, says Xu Ling's letter At the other end of the phone, he described the letter in detail. The purpose is obvious, that is to let Xu Ling read it temporarily.

The package on the letter was eye-catching no matter what, so Xu Ling found the target with a little dusting.

All the letters were sent, and then they called to urge people to read them. It's rare, but anyway, it's also a break time. Xu Ling opened the envelope and looked at the contents.

I don't know. It's a big surprise!

The whole letter, also a few words, but told Xu Ling a thing, he seems to be targeted by the tomb robbers!

Xu Ling didn't understand a lot of slang in the letter, but he could guess the meaning from some places he could understand.

It seems that there is a lack of a person like Wu Xie who can read the sixteen character geomantic omen.

But Wu Xie is a fictional character in Xu Ling's novels, so the other party thinks that Wu Xie is written according to Xu Ling's prototype.

After reading the letter, Xu Ling was quite emotional. He didn't know if the original third uncle had ever encountered such a situation.

"How's it going? How did you think about it? " Just when Xu Ling was still thinking, the voice on the other side of the phone rang again. It seemed that the other side was also very worried.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a radio anchor. I can't accept your request." Xu Ling said in a down-to-earth way.

"Well, I see. You can burn this letter. Don't show it to another person." There is no opinion about Xu Ling's decision, just a stern warning.

With that, without waiting for Xu Ling to respond, he hung up.

It's the first time that Xu Ling has encountered such a situation in such a long live broadcast career. She silently put the letter in her pocket, and she still thinks about what the other party said.

Write a letter to me, and call me after I finish, just to ask if I want to do it or not?

Xu Ling faintly felt that this matter was not so simple.

With this episode, Xu Ling's rest time also passed in a phone call. Once again, she received Qin Yan's reminder that the advertising time had passed.

Xu Ling put on the earphone again and continued to follow.

The time of the program is always fast. As time comes to two o'clock, Xu Ling ends today's content after saying goodbye to the audience.

To tell you the truth, after talking to the suspected grave robber, it still has some influence on Xu Ling. Because he doesn't know the authenticity of the content, Xu Ling has no intention to call the police for the moment.

At this time, Xu Ling gradually came up with the idea that maybe she could get close to this person first, and then when the time is ripe, after she has enough evidence, she would inform the police to beat them all.

I don't know how the world is, but in my original world, there are many cases of grave robbers destroying national cultural relics.

When she came out of the broadcasting room, Li Ziqian had fallen asleep beside Qin Yan. Sure enough, the child was a child. After a while, she couldn't stand it.

Xu Ling had guessed this situation for a long time. At this time, she didn't panic. She asked Qin Yan to help her and put Li Ziqian on her back.

Because of the "burden" behind, Xu Ling's wish to continue writing here should be in vain.