I Suddenly Became Rich, But I Have No Idea How to Spend the Money

When I woke up, about five hours had passed since I last checked the time. I was still in the VIP room where I had passed out, and Daniel was still asleep.

Wrapped in blankets, the two of us had been left undisturbed. Glancing at my Rolex, I saw that nearly twenty-four hours had passed since we started drinking.

“We started drinking at noon, and the last time I checked my watch, it was six in the morning… I must have slept quite a bit.”

Surprisingly, I wasn’t feeling any hangover. My head was clear.

The last memory I had before passing out was of a few beautiful women still in the room. They must have left once we fell asleep, but not before draping us in what seemed to be cashmere blankets.

“I mean, we’ve been occupying this VIP room for hours, and not a single complaint? Guess that’s the power of a casino king.”

Thinking that, I considered waking Daniel up. But remembering who he was, I figured he must be busy every day in this city that never sleeps. I decided to let him rest.

I asked a casino staff member for paper and a pen to leave Daniel a message. When they handed me a Montblanc pen, I couldn’t help but think, “VIP room quality is on another level.” With that random thought in mind, I finished writing the note.

After leaving the room, I exchanged my chips for $10.8 million and attempted to pay for the VIP room we had used. However, the casino manager adamantly refused.

But since Daniel had called me “brother,” I couldn’t just back down.

“Consider this the way of the Japanese samurai,” I said, striking a cool pose as I placed $400,000 on the counter before walking away.

The manager called out, “This is too much!”

I simply waved and told him to use it well before leaving Bellagio and heading back to Palazzo.

As a courtesy from Bellagio, the remaining $10.4 million in cash was prepared in attaché cases and would be delivered to my hotel room.

When I arrived at Palazzo, the hotel lobby was abuzz with excitement.

Soon, a man who appeared to be the general manager hurried over to me.

“I’m Jacob Morton, the GM of Palazzo. I understand you had quite the night at Bellagio yesterday.”

I was shocked that he knew.

“I was surprised myself when Mr. Daniel contacted us. It seems many of our guests saw you in action at Bellagio yesterday.”

“I see… so that’s why there’s such a commotion.”

“Indeed, sir.

For a hotel like ours, to accept money from a man who has fought such a grand battle at the casino would be a disgrace. Please, enjoy your stay for as long as you like.

Also, we have taken the liberty of upgrading you to the highest-grade suite in our hotel.”

“Seriously?! Are you sure?”

“Of course, Mr. Kirishima.

Las Vegas has a system called the comp card. Guests who spend large amounts at the casino receive complimentary services such as hotel stays, show tickets, and meals.

Consider this part of that service.”

When I first heard about the system, I didn’t quite understand it. But now, I get it.

“I appreciate it. I’ll be sure to stay here again next time I visit.”

“We look forward to welcoming you again.”

With that, Jacob departed, and I was guided to my new room by a bellboy.

The sheer opulence of the suite left me momentarily speechless. Regaining my composure, I handed the bellboy a crisp $100 bill as a tip.

He beamed with joy, expressed his gratitude, and left the room.

In the living room, I found ten large Louis Vuitton trunks neatly arranged.

A bad feeling crept up my spine. I cautiously opened one of the cases—and found it packed to the brim with cash.

“Vegas is insane!!!”

As I marveled at the trunks filled with money, my smartphone buzzed with a call from Daniel.

I called him back.

“Kirishima here. That you, Daniel?”

“Yo, brother! Sorry for knocking out first last night!

And you even paid for the room! Bellagio’s manager couldn’t stop thanking you!

You really are my brother and a true Japanese samurai!”

Daniel had taken quite a liking to the phrase “Japanese samurai” and used it at every opportunity.

“No need to apologize.

Next time we drink, I might be the one who goes down first.”

“To make it up to you, how about we go shopping today?”

“You don’t need to make up for anything.

But yeah, that sounds great. Let’s go shopping.

I’m staying at Palazzo. Can you pick me up?”

“No problem at all!

How about I meet you at the entrance in two hours?”

“Sounds good. See you then.”

“OK!”

After ending the call, I got ready.

I took a hot shower to wash away the lingering traces of alcohol. Then, I dressed in my carefully selected Gucci ensemble.

As a meticulous man, I didn’t forget to put on my Oliver sunglasses.

Fully prepared, I headed to the hotel lounge to sip some tea while waiting for Daniel.

As I sat there, a hotel doorman suddenly rushed over to me.