In winter, the sun shines like fragmented ice, evenly spreading on the sea surface of Tokyo Bay. In a nearby cafe, Shimizu Tetsu sips the black tea in a cup, remembering the clues he got when he visited Takahashi yesterday.

It is useless to find out the intention of Kotanshe in this Naoki Award selection, but it is impossible to just guess, but it is impossible to come directly to ask. After repeated thinking, finding the "Sekawa Ren" who harmed Kishida Masaaki and now shortlisted for the Naoki Award seems to be the best way.

But just like Shimizu Tetsuki got nothing in his own network of relationships, Takahashi didn't know where he came out. Seeing that his efforts to find "Sekawa Ren" were about to fail, Takahashi touched a business card from the bottom of his desk and handed it to him, saying that this was a student of his past, and his biggest feature was his broad communication. Maybe he had heard of this person.

However, before Shimizu Tetsu left, Teacher Takahashi specifically reminded him: Your "senius" is not worthy of close contact.

I secretly guessed that there might be something hidden behind this, but without other clues, Shimizu Tetsuki could only try to meet him.

I also recalled some of the characteristics of the "Sekawa Hitomi" asked from Kishida: an ordinary figure, a gentle appearance, and a very easy-going speech. On the surface, it is full of the so-called "literary temperament", but some movements...

Real life is not a mystery novel, and Shimizu Toru is not a famous detective written by the writer. If he failed to find any clues from Kishida's description, he felt that his shoulder was suddenly photographed heavily, and a figure appeared in front of him.

"You are Kiyomizu-kun? You are about to win the Naoki Prize before you graduate. You are worthy of being the most outstanding among our brothers."

"Is it Senior Ito?"

"That's right."

The man in front of him sat in the chair that the waiter pulled away, took off his windbreaker, revealing a suit with a bright color. He looked about thirty-five years old, with a thin face and a pair of eyes behind the thin-edged glasses, as if he was always preparing to catch something, and he didn't have time to spare.

"Why did Teacher Takahashi suddenly remember me? By the way, is he okay recently?"

"The teacher has always been very good. I have something to do this time. I heard that you know a lot of people in the literary circle, senior?" After a simple greeting, Shimizu Choi chose to go straight to it.

"Hi, it's not a question of knowing many people. They are all friends who give face," said the senior Ito, but his face was quite lustful. "There is only a small company that has opened a different person every day."

"Oh? What do senior's company do mainly?"

"In terms of cultural publicity, helping people organize events, and holding exhibitions, they are not as good as Shimizu, you, a great writer."

Shimizu Tetsu noticed that his mouth was flattered, and the corners of his mouth were also bent, but his eyes were constantly flashing without any change. He thought for a moment in his mind and said, "I am just a beginner. This time I look for seniors, I want to ask for personal information from seniors."

"Just say anything," he patted his chest, "Your business is mine."

"That's it."

Shimizu Toru handed over a piece of paper, which recorded some characteristics of the "Sekawa Hitomi" and the rough portrait drawn by Nanami Nanami, who asked him to come to Nanami.

"This person..."

Looking at Ito's appearance of thinking hard at the piece of paper, Kimizu Tetsu did not urge him, but just secretly prepared for him not to know him.

After a long time, the tea in the cup gradually penetrated into the coolness, and Ito, opposite, suddenly pulled down his glasses.

"I met this guy about four years ago."

"real?"

After being surprised, Shimizu Tetsuki was a little skeptical about his statement "four years ago".

"When doing business, remembering people is just a basic skill," Ito pointed his forehead with his finger, leaning back against the soft pad, his face feeling relaxed after being discovered, "But since you asked me about this person, you must have heard of something, right?"

Shimizu nodded, "I heard from the teacher."

"Is that so? Let's just say it straight. My company is actually mainly engaged in cultural consultation. To be more blunt, it is to help people find gunmen to write for them."

"Writing on behalf of others?"

"Hey, juniors, don't be like not to hear it," he lit a cigarette. "Aren't there many celebrities publishing books now, actors, models, funny artists, and a little famous. If you have a little bit of fame, you're not afraid of not being able to sell it anyway. Some of these people can't take time, and some have not used pens for a long time, so it's not normal to find someone to write for themselves? It depends on them? Who knows when to hold up one or two pieces of paper. There are also writers who have lost all their talents, politicians who claim to be famous for their children, and parents who want their children to be famous. This industry is quite marketable."

"That generation of writers..."

"You really don't know anything about it. Let me put it this way, there are only ten people who can make a living by relying on writing and writing now. Not everyone can make a big fame like you, and become famous at a young age. Those who are smarter, such as me, will change careers early to do other things. As for those who have 'dreams', haha, dreams cannot be eaten as food."

"I understand," Shimizu Tsuki nodded, "When the senior mentioned this, it means that that person is related to writing."

"Yes, he didn't call this name at that time," Ito blew up the ash. "About five or six years ago, that person worked as a writer for me for a while. However, writing is also very interesting. Those who have 'dreams' will write seriously even if they are writing. They only plan to make a living, but they always want to fool things. He is the kind of fooling around, so after writing two books, I broke off contact with him."

"That four years ago?"

"Four years ago, he didn't know where he got some money. He got two books from me, saying that they were for publication and awards. I just thought he was a delusion, so I never contacted him again."

"Can you still contact me now?"

"I don't know, after all, this industry... it's very common to change the contact information, I'll try it."

"Then I'll bother you."

Seeing Ito on the opposite side take out his cell phone and dial out one by one, Kiyoshi Kiyoshi suddenly figured out something. If the work of "Sekawa Ren" was bought from the writer's agent, it could explain the huge differences in his writing skills.

However, can books that can be selected as Naoki Awards be easily purchased through writing?

Thinking about new doubts, Shimizuki suddenly heard the voice from the opposite side.

"I didn't contact him directly, but someone said he had met Sekawa last year."

"Thank you, senior. I don't know if I can give me this person's contact information."

"Haha, no hurry," Ito pressed the cigarette in his hand, staring at Shimizu Tsuki, who had been turning his eyes, as if he had caught something, "Senior, I happen to have something to bother you."

Sure enough, before the relationship between the previous and the juniors, was it a businessman or a broker?

I didn't believe in the unintentional kindness, and I was reminded in advance. Shimizu Tetsu looked back and said seriously: "Please talk about Ito San. However, if you write something on your behalf, please do not speak."

"No, let Qishui Jun write for you. I guess few people can afford the price."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, his face filled with philanthropic smiles.

"I've heard of Huandong Club. I wanted to find you to publish a book, but I gave up after being rejected by you. I didn't expect to miss a book like "The Book of the Boat". I heard that their editor almost regretted the cerebral hemorrhage... Haha, I published a work in their literary magazine, and the length is whatever you want. How about it, as long as I agree, I will take you to see that person now."

Squinted his eyes and stared at his hypocritical expression for a moment, Shimizu Tsuki nodded slowly: "Okay."
Chapter completed!