Based on the clues provided by Lin Ruyu, some information was collected through different channels, and Shimizu Toru finally contacted Takashi Watanabe.

It was the same hidden corner of the coffee shop last time.

Shimizu Tetsu crossed his hands in front of his face, thinking about how to ask for a while, he suddenly heard the guidance of the waiter of the formation: "It's here."

Looking up, in front of him was a middle-aged man wearing a blue canvas work clothes. He was thin, had a neat face, and the slippery marks in his eyes were much lighter. If it weren't for the face with a protruding jaw due to his thinness, Shimizu Tsuki would hardly recognize that it was Takashi Watanabe who was sloppy and full of resentment a few months ago.

"Yo, the great writer of Qingshui."

Without waiting for Kimizuchi to greet him, he pulled open the chair and took the seat.

"Watanabe."

Even though he had planned to cooperate with him, Shimizu Tsuki still had no intention of using honorific words to him.

"This time I came to you, it's about Hiroyoshi Yamaaka. I learned some things..."

"Ha, you finally understand who is the culprit," Takashi Watanabe instantly became excited, grinning, his tone full of mockery, "Tell me, what do you want to ask me? It's not impossible for me to forget something in the past so long."

"Don't worry, what's your situation now?" Ignoring his attitude, Kimizu Tetsu raised his head and signaled the words "Ito Building" on his chest.

"This? My meal guy," said Takashi Watanabe, rolled the pasta he had just delivered with a fork. Takashi Watanabe patted the sign on his pocket. "In this place of Tokyo, if you don't have money, you can only wait to starve to death. Thanks to the bastard Hiroyoshi Yamaaka, I have nothing now. I am still pretty smart. I can still go to the construction site to lift cement and earn some beer money. Why, is the great writer of Shimizu satisfied?"

"Your matter is over, and now you are talking about Hiroyoshi Yamaaka."

"Okay, as long as you pay the bill, ask whatever you want."

Seeing him swallowing a big mouthful of food and making up his mind to relax his appetite and have a big meal, Shimizu raised his eyebrows, and finally focused on the issues prepared in advance.

"Have you heard of Xinxing Society?"

Takashi Watanabe looked at the small sign marked with recommended drinks on the table, "Which publisher has developed rapidly in recent years?"

"That's right. According to what I learned, Yamaaka Hiroyoshi may be the actual controller of that publishing house."

"What?"

"You don't know?" Shimizu Tsuki was quite surprised.

Takashi Watanabe froze for a few seconds, his hand holding the fork suddenly relaxed and then turned his eyes dejectedly and continued to stare at the menu.

"I'm just a dog in his eyes. Who would tell the dog about everything he has?"

"Then what do you think Yamaaka Hiroyoshi wants to control the emerging society?"

"It's either money or fame, can there be anything else?"

Takashi Watanabe mumbled casually, but the next second, his sight of scanning the menu slowed down and finally stopped at one point.

"But if that's the case, I probably understand why he had to win a Naoki Award for a 9th-rate writer... it was prepared for that emerging club."

Shimizu Tetsu took out the paper and pen, "What does it mean?"

"Hehe, Qingshui writer, this is what you don't understand."

"Do you know how readers decide to buy a book? Without knowing the content, they first look at the author's name, then the award status, and finally the recommendation on the book cover. What works best is the author's own reputation."

"That is to say, the reputation of the writer himself, coupled with the quality of his work, can determine how much a book can be sold. What can a publisher do? It's nothing more than spreading the book everywhere, then engaging in publicity and organizing some activities so that the book can be seen by readers. If you want to make money, you still have to look at the writer and the book itself."

"So for publishing houses, the height of the building, the deep history, and the number of employees, these are all false. The most important thing is whether writers can be attracted to publish books by themselves. For newcomers and large publishing houses with strong publicity capabilities, it is definitely more beneficial. But for great writers like Qingshui, you look down on this little thing. Anyway, with your own reputation, which one is not selling books? But even a famous artist like you, the sales volume of books is the best."

"Therefore, publishing houses will find ways to win over well-known writers. The most powerful thing about Kotanshe is not that it controls many bookstores and printing factories, but that it wins over many well-known writers by hosting a bunch of awards, and attracts newcomers by controlling awards."

"That emerging society definitely cannot do this. If you want to improve your performance, you can only think of other ways. At this time, if a well-known writer who has won the Naoki Award can stand up for the emerging society, you can do whatever you want, hehe, it should still work."

Nodded slightly, Shimizu Tetsuki admitted that what he said was indeed reasonable, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong.

"If you really want to support the entire publishing house through one writer, relying solely on the Naoki Award... doesn't seem to be enough?"

"Qingshui writer, have you forgotten the identity of that old bastard in the mountains?"

Takashi Watanabe grinned, "The Naoki Award is just the beginning. With this identity, the Noma Literature and Art Award sponsored by Kotanshe, and the Yoshikawa Eiji Award, and there are some other things. After walking around like this, even a dog can be worn as a miracle hat. These... should be enough, right?"

But his abacus had failed.

Thinking of this incident, Shimizu Tsuki suddenly realized: Is this the reason why Hiroyoshi Yamaakana wins over him?

Although I am not as good as that nine-rate writer, my strength and influence are more than his. If I really want to operate, the effect will only be greater...

Just as he was thinking about this, Takashi Watanabe swallowed another big mouthful of food and said casually, "I guess these things myself. By the way, you can't be completely sure about the relationship between Hiroyoshi Yamaaka and Xinxing Society, right?"

"Well... Although there is no written evidence, it can be said that it is almost the same."

Takashi Watanabe took a sip of coffee, "Is it true or false?"

"What is certain at present is that the legal representative of Xinxing Society is a former Niulang named Naoki Kubo. He and Naomi Yamaakana, the only daughter of Hiroyoshi Yamaaka, your ex-wife, um..."

Shimizu carefully considered the words.

"How to say it, the relationship is quite close."

Takashi Watanabe froze in an instant, his hands holding the coffee cup trembled slightly.

"You... are you kidding, right? Xinxing Society has been developing for at least five or six years, for such a long time... it's impossible, impossible..."

"We have confirmed this from different channels. In fact, it may be a little longer, well... Before Kubo Naoki became the legal person of Xinxing Society, he no longer became a cowherd. In short, he should have known Naomi Yamaakana before ten years..."

With a muffled sound, the coffee cup fell on the carpet.

"We analyzed that some documents about the Xinxing Society should be in the hands of him and Naomi Yamaakana. With these, it should prove the relationship between Hiroyoshi Yamaakana and Xinxing Society. The survey shows that he has been living in an apartment in Minato, and the specific address... should be the upstairs of your previous residence..."

After reading this, Kimizu Tetsuya did not hear Takashi Watanabe's response. He looked up and he collapsed on the chair, his eyes were blank and his pupils were dispersed.
Chapter completed!