When passing by the newsstand, Song Yi bought a copy of Donghai Daily and found their news hotline.

He recorded the report number of the procuratorate when he went to submit the report letter last time, for fear that the anonymous report letter would not work. Now time is tight, and Song Yi doesn't care about so much, so he is ready to call before talking.

Looking at the time, it was already half past nine and all units should go to work. Song Yi found a public telephone on the street and was the first to dial the landline number of Song Mingjie's office.

After the phone was connected, Song Yi heard the voice of his father Song Mingjie on the other side of the phone. He was prepared for it and deliberately lowered his voice. His voice suddenly became low and gloomy, which was completely different from his usual loud and cheerful voice. When he was speaking, he even changed his accent, "Is this the telephone number of the Cultural Relics Bureau?"

"Yes, is there anything you have?"

"I sent a letter of complaint to your Cultural Relics Bureau before, but I didn't see any action on you, so I called and asked." Song Yi asked. He didn't dare to mention this when he was at home, but he had no scruples on the phone. He believed that his father could see clearly, and this was the only way to save his grandfather's career.

"Report letter? What kind of report letter we have not received!" Song Mingjie's tone did not seem to be lying.

Damn bureaucracy, maybe it was an anonymous report letter and was thrown aside. Song Yi scolded in his heart and forced himself to call! "Yes, I want to report to you the loss of first-level national cultural relics in the Donghai Museum. I hope it can attract the attention of your Cultural Relics Bureau and conduct a thorough investigation. We cannot let the precious cultural relics of the country be lost in vain. If we do not investigate in time now, more cultural relics will be lost in the future, and no one can afford such losses."

After hearing his words, Song Mingjie suddenly solved the problem that had been depressed in his heart. Why didn't he expect such a wonderful chess!

Seeing that he did not answer, Song Yi then gave him a strong medicine, "Do you want to take notes to take the lost cultural relics, or go find the anonymous letter of reporting I sent, which contained detailed cultural relics loss. In addition, I sent the same letter of reporting to the procuratorate and the newspaper and television station respectively, hoping to attract everyone's attention and finally handle the whole matter properly."

Song Mingjie immediately returned to his calmness and lost his official accent. He said to the phone, "Thank you for your enthusiasm. Please explain in detail what cultural relics have been lost. I will record them first."

Song Yi, who had copied several times, had already remembered it in his heart. At this time, he told him one by one. Song Yi was also thinking that with the help of his father related to his personal interests, this matter should not be suppressed. Using his father's energy can at least allow the procuratorate and the Cultural Relics Bureau to jointly take action to investigate the collection of the Donghai Museum. As for the result of the joint investigation, Song Yi was not interested, as long as his grandfather did not retreat from his position to arrest him as his successor.

"We will start an investigation immediately. Can you leave your contact information? If our investigation finds the situation is true, you will receive our reward."

Song Yi would not be so stupid that he left his contact information, and he politely refused, then hung up the phone after saying righteous words.

Afterwards, Song Yi called the Donghai City Procuratorate, Donghai Daily and Donghai TV respectively, and also mentioned the anonymous report letter he wrote before, and he was very dissatisfied with their work efficiency.

After hanging up the last call, Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the news of the museum staff custody and stolen by themselves should be exposed!

It felt much easier, and Song Yi continued to go to Antique Street. At this time, most of the shops were not open. He didn't care. He walked all the way, but the Antique Street and fifteen years later did not change much. It was not so boring to study antique signs and appreciate everyone's handwriting.

When he arrived in the middle of the street, he found that the door of Boguzhai's shop had already opened. The owner Lin Fangjun was getting a small thing in the store. When he looked up, he said, "Xiao Yi is early, are you here to find Baoqing?"

Song Yi replied politely, "Uncle Lin, I'll buy something!"

"I want something today, I'll take it for you."

Song Yi told him that what he wanted was all used to make ingredients for the porcelain.

"Baoqing, come and help me check out the store. I'll get something for Xiaoyi!" Lin Fangjun,

After a while, Lin Baoqing, who was facing the sky, came out from behind and said when he saw Song Yi, "I got up quite early!"

Song Yi's eyes lit up. Even the simplest T-shirt and shorts were a unique beauty when worn on her. He liked her youthful and beautiful appearance now, "Wait until my grandmother's house, come and see you, and buy something by the way."

"Buying things is the main thing!" Lin Baoqing stared at him with his shining eyes, feeling that he was really different from before.

Song Yi smiled and ignored this question and changed the topic, "How do you plan to spend the summer vacation? Do you want to go out for a trip?"

"How can I live? The most likely thing is to stay at home and see the store! Where are you!" Lin Baoqing asked.

"Maybe you go to Yunnan for summer vacation, can you go together?"

"Just both of us?"

Song Yi smiled and said, "Hardly expect!"

Lin Baoqing glanced at him, "I think beautifully! It is said that the ultraviolet rays over there are stronger, so be careful to become an African!"

"It turns out that I'm worried about my skin, so I won't force it!" Song Yi felt relieved. He shouldn't have raised this topic before.

After hearing what he said, Lin Baoqing suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Song Yi couldn't comfort her. He wasn't really going on a trip. Even if she went with him, could she stay there for two months? Forget it, it would be better not to mention this matter again. He was a little guilty and moved his eyes away from her and landed on the antique in the store. Seeing a piece of copper coins, he reached out to pick it up and looked at it, "Hey, you have to keep this thing well!"

Lin Baoqing nodded and smiled, "Well, I know, how can I attract people if I don't take some things to come out and attract people!"

"How is the business in the store recently?" Song Yi was just afraid that they would misunderstand it, so he didn't doubt her business mind at all. She grew up in the store since she was a child, and she has been much more influenced by various business methods. With this smart daughter, the unscrupulous Lin Fangjun was relieved to hand over the store to her, and he often sneaked out to buy things and pick up bargains.

"It's okay! Why did you suddenly care about this?"

"I want to ask if jade jewelry is easy to take action now?"

"It's not accurate to be seen in ten days or half a month. It depends on the grade of jade, and whether anyone is interested in her." Lin Baoqing replied habitually, and then stared at him with confusion, "What do you want to do? You won't think about taking your baby Guanyin!"

"How is that possible? If I dare, my dad won't kill me!" Song Yi reached out and covered the jade Guanyin on his chest.

Lin Baoqing giggled, "If you dare to take action, I'm willing to help you."

"That's too difficult for you, so it's better to avoid it!" Song Yi smiled. He planned to exchange the two jade jewelry in his hand for cash as soon as possible, but he also knew that this thing was not so easy to take. Not only people choose jade, but also good jade. He didn't have that much time to wait for more than ten days, and it wouldn't be great to hand over the things to them for help. It's better to think of a way yourself!

"It's very fake!" Lin Baoqing immediately glanced at him, "If you need any help, just speak up, don't be embarrassed!"

Song Yi was sweating profusely, "I'm very thick-skinned!"

"I've seen it long ago!" The answer was Lin Baoqing's silver bell-like laughter.

At this time, Lin Fangjun prepared all the materials that Song Yi wanted. Song Yi took the things and paid. After chatting with the Lin father and daughter for a while, he went out to go to his grandmother's house.
Chapter completed!