Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

"Secondly, we need a suitable entry point."

——And things like this are actually not suitable for Ishikawa to do.

Kujo Renji sighed secretly.

If only it were still like before. When he was still in the Canglong Society, he had someone under him who was quite good at this kind of thing.

But unfortunately, now I can only experience it in person.

Fortunately, Winwing is not a big company.

"Wait, if we successfully 'take over' Winwing, won't Grandpa notice?"

"Of course," Kujo Renji admitted without hiding anything. "But the point isn't to keep him from knowing forever, but to control the moment when he finds out. If our plan goes well, by the time he finds out, everything will be a foregone conclusion."

Shoko Toyokawa felt a little uneasy.

Kujo Renji's plan sounds very risky, almost a direct confrontation with the power core of the Toyokawa family.

But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel excited about this bold strategy.

This was perhaps the first time she truly attempted to resist her grandfather's control, rather than simply running away from it.

"So... is it decided?" she asked, with a hint of uncertainty in her tone.

Maybe there is still some expectation.

.....

At three in the morning, the only sounds in the apartment were the typing of keyboards and the low hum of the air conditioner.

Ruoye Mu had already fallen asleep, curled up in bed, with his long light green hair scattered on the pillow.

He was sitting on the sofa in the living room with several documents and a laptop spread out in front of him.

"Don't you really need a break?"

Toyokawa Shoko's voice came from his mind, with a bit of worry and fatigue.

Even though she was just a conscious being, the long period of concentration made her feel mentally exhausted.

What's more, as a "conscious body", Shoko Toyokawa needs more sleep than Renji Kujo.

"almost."

Kujo Renji responded casually, his eyes never leaving the screen. The screen displayed Winwing's company registration information. It wasn't difficult to obtain, as long as one knew the channels.

He tapped a name on the screen with his fingertips.

—Shinichi Ishizaki, founder and largest shareholder of Winwing.

Shoko Toyokawa looked at the information intently.

She had some impression of Shinichi Ishizaki - a middle-aged man in his fifties who always had a humble smile on his face and had a very low presence in company activities.

"Pitiful."

Kujo Renji sighed.

——The fruits of hard work for most of his life eventually became a tool to monitor the young lady.

"So, the one who truly controls Winwing is..."

"A subsidiary of the Toyokawa Enterprise Group."

Jiujo Renji paused, then spoke:

"To be precise, they controlled 46% of Winwing's shares through three layers of shell companies. It wasn't absolute control, but it was enough to control decision-making power."

He switched to another file, which was Winwing's organizational chart, with the names and positions of each executive marked on it.

"Toyokawa Sadaharu planted three key figures."

Jiujo Renji tapped the screen one by one with his fingers:

"Chief Financial Officer Kenta Sato is responsible for controlling the flow of funds; Board member Seiji Kobayashi is responsible for key decision-making; and Director of Artist Development Ryuichi Nakamura controls the allocation of artist resources."

Shoko Toyokawa recognized Nakamura's name - he was the one who had been in charge of Ave Mujica's affairs, and those strange interview arrangements were also made through him.

"So we need to bypass these three people?"

Kujo Renji shook his head: "No, we should let them fight among themselves."

He clicked his mouse and pulled up an encrypted folder containing all sorts of information he had quietly collected over the past few days—phone records, meeting minutes, and private emails.

Some of the money was obtained through Ishikawa's network of connections, while some was obtained directly from company employees by him using Toyokawa Shoko's identity.

"Kenta Sato, who appears to be diligent and conscientious, actually tampered with the company's accounts."

Kujo Renji's voice was a little strange: "It's not for himself, but to please Toyokawa Sadaharu - he diverted some of the publicity and promotion resources to other projects of the Toyokawa family."

——Obviously, he didn’t understand this operation either.

It is obvious that such a small company cannot help with the business of Fengchuan Group. Regardless of what these resources can be used for, the method of using flowers to offer gifts to Buddha is already abstract enough.

If he were Toyokawa Sadaharu, the first person he would kick to death would be this kind of smart-aleck person.

Gathering his thoughts, he opened another file:

"Kobayashi Seiji, while ostensibly loyal to Toyokawa Sadaharu, is secretly in contact with rival Stardust Entertainment, intending to switch to another company. Last week, he met with the Stardust president at a private club in Ginza."

Finally, he opened the information about Ryuichi Nakamura:

"Nakamura's case was much simpler. He falsified his academic credentials. He claimed to have graduated from Waseda University's Faculty of Commerce, but in fact he only studied in his second year and dropped out."

Shoko Toyokawa took a deep breath in her consciousness space.

"How did you..."

"Stop being a supporting role."

Kujo Renji interrupted Toyokawa Shoko:

“These are all very basic things if you know where to start.”

Next, he began drafting two emails.

The first was sent to Seiji Kobayashi, hinting cryptically that his secret meeting with Stardust had been made known to someone who "cared about his future."

The second letter was sent to Ryuichi Nakamura and contained only a photo of the student archives office of Waseda University. It did not contain any text but was full of threats.

"Isn't this... too risky?"

Toyokawa Shoko couldn't help but ask, "If they collude, wouldn't they know that someone is behind this? Wouldn't Grandpa find out?"

Kujo Renji stretched, turned off the computer, and shook out the blanket, the fabric making a slight rustling sound in the air.

"They won't collude."

As he arranged the blanket, he responded to Toyokawa Shoko's concerns in his mind:

"These people all have one thing in common - they don't want others to have access to their secrets, and they won't take the initiative to expose their weaknesses to others."

"But..." Toyokawa Shoko was still a little uneasy, "What if they go directly to Grandpa for help?"

Kujo Renji chuckled and reached out to turn off the main light in the living room, leaving only a dim wall lamp.

The light suddenly became soft, casting a hazy filter over the room.

"Seeking help? The person they least want to know their secrets is Toyokawa Sadaharu."

Jiujo Liansi shook his head:

"Don't worry, I took the initiative to release this information just to make them 'shut up'."

Of course, he wasn't trying to remove these pawns of Toyokawa Sadaharu...

If you really want to do this, just arrange for them to "disappear".

What he had to do was to remove the mouthpieces of these "spies" without Toyokawa Sadaharu noticing.

After all, if Lao Deng really reacts, the next things to do will be much more troublesome.

........

When Kenta Sato received the email at three in the morning, he was working on the "special accounts" of Winwing Office.

The numbers on the screen were neatly arranged, each line representing his carefully designed fund transfer path. These funds were ostensibly used for artist promotion, but in reality, they quietly flowed to several small projects of the Fengchuan Enterprise Group.

He knew very well that the money was insignificant to Toyokawa Sadaharu, but this display of "loyalty" was crucial for him to gain a foothold within the Toyokawa family.

The email alert sounded softly, and Sato subconsciously clicked it, then felt a shudder.

"Mr. Sato, your explanation of 'promotional expenses' in the July accounts is confusing. The actual expenditure for Project Y differs by 23% from the reported figure. This 'creative accounting' technique is commendable, but if it gets out to the wrong people..."

There were no signatures, no threats, not even clear accusations. But it was precisely this vague implication that was even more disturbing.

He immediately checked the email header information - a dead end, the sender's address was a disposable anonymous mailbox.

Sato's first instinct was to inform Toyokawa Sadaharu, but as his finger hovered over the dial, he hesitated.

This kind of "little trick" actually never received the explicit instruction of Toyokawa Sadaharu, but was his personal "cleverness and talent".

Now that this secret is known to others, who knows how the head of the Fengchuan family will react?

He gritted his teeth and decided to handle it himself. Perhaps this was just a blackmail attempt by an employee within the company. He had to find this person before the situation escalated...

Kobayashi's email arrived even later, almost immediately after he finished a late-night conference call with Stardust Entertainment executives.

"Mr. Kobayashi, did you enjoy your meeting with President T at the Ginza Velvet Club on Wednesday? The caviar in Box 12 was truly exceptional. I hope you remember that career choice is crucial, especially when your existing 'backers' learn of this..."

Xiaolin's phone almost slipped from his hand.

He made sure to keep the meeting confidential, even his assistant was kept in the dark.

He had originally planned to wait two weeks until all the conditions for the job change were agreed upon before submitting his resignation to Toyokawa Sadaharu.

And now, someone has learned the secret that could destroy his career.

"Damn..."

He cursed under his breath and hurriedly sent a letter to his contact at Stardust, asking if the information had been leaked from that side.

But deep down in his heart, he already had a more disturbing guess - was it Toyokawa Sadaharu who sent someone to monitor him?

Or is someone inside the company collecting intelligence?

Whoever it was, he had to take action immediately.

Maybe I should speed up my job-hopping plan, or maybe... He thought, looking around vigilantly, as if invisible eyes were watching him.

Ryuichi Nakamura's reaction was the most intense among the three.

At four o'clock in the morning, he was awakened by the vibration of his mobile phone. He squinted his eyes to check his emails, and then he was struck by lightning.

The email contained only one image: a screenshot of the file at Waseda University's Student Affairs Office, which clearly stated that he had "terminated his studies in his second year due to academic failure." This was completely contrary to his claim that he was an "outstanding graduate of the business school."

He jumped out of bed, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

He hid this secret for nearly twenty years, and it was the greatest shame and fear of his career.

If the truth is made public, he will not only lose his position at Winwing, but he may no longer have a place in the entire Japanese entertainment industry.

“Who is it…?”

He trembled and muttered to himself, his mind working rapidly.

This precise attack doesn't seem like random blackmail, but more like someone is targeting him specifically.

The first name that came to mind was Sato.

The CFO had been complaining about the allocation of resources to the artists he managed, especially the special treatment given to the band Ave Mujica. Was he investigating his own background?

Or maybe it's Xiaolin? That board member has been acting strangely lately, frequently canceling internal meetings...

Nakamura clutched his phone tightly and decided to observe the situation first. No matter what, he had to remain calm, find out who was behind this, and prepare a defense plan for the worst.

Three days later, the atmosphere in the meeting room at Winwing headquarters was solemn.

The company faced an unexpected crisis - an important client suddenly withdrew its investment due to "poor management". At the same time, there were rumors that a well-known financial magazine was preparing an in-depth report on the "financial black hole" in the entertainment industry, pointing the finger at Winwing.

“Action must be taken immediately.”

Shinichi Ishizaki looked at the executives present with a heavy voice, "I need the full cooperation of every department to overcome this crisis."

Kenta Sato was restless and kept checking his phone.