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

By the second day, I had already grown accustomed to it and made my way to the VIP room with confidence.

Taking a glass of Salon champagne from the waiter, I took a light sip.

“Lately, it feels like Salon is the only champagne I drink.”

I mused over such a luxurious dilemma internally while tilting the champagne glass in my right hand.

In reality, I don’t drink much when I’m alone or in my room—only when it’s available—so perhaps that really is the case.

Come to think of it, I have had Moët & Chandon as a welcome drink and sipped on Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label.

But for someone like me, who is accustomed to drinking Salon, those barely leave an impression anymore.

Of course, they are undoubtedly delicious and excellent champagnes.

At this point, for something to truly leave an impression, it would have to be Dom Pérignon Platinum or Krug.

Since talking to myself endlessly would just be eerie, I took a seat at the high roller’s roulette table, just as I had the day before.

Not wanting to be sandwiched between guests, I chose a seat at the end.

Kirishima handed me only 20 of the chips I had deposited yesterday, leaving the remaining 70 in safekeeping.

After exchanging those 20 chips for the color corresponding to my seat, I let out a small breath.

Then, a man took the seat next to me—dressed in a refined dark blue three-piece suit, his slightly gray-tinged blond hair complemented his somewhat short stature for a European.

With a slightly nervous smile, he greeted me.

The fact that he was wearing a three-piece suit in the middle of summer intrigued me, prompting me to keep an eye on his actions.

Even someone like me, who appears to live freely, isn’t completely indifferent to others.

I watched to see how much he would exchange. He nonchalantly called over a casino attendant.

I couldn’t make out what he said, but following his instructions, the attendant brought a silver tray stacked with a large number of chips.

A quick glance told me there were at least 200.

Moreover, they weren’t just the 50,000-euro chips I had deposited—they were the even higher-value 100,000-euro chips.

Seeing an amount larger than I expected moving around startled me, but on the flip side, I realized that with this high roller at the table, my own bold bets might not stand out as much.

To make the chips easier to use, I had some of my 50,000-euro chips broken down into smaller denominations and began cautiously placing modest bets while observing the situation.

Meanwhile, the refined European gentleman beside me kept winning.

Winning. And winning again.

In the blink of an eye, his stack of 100,000-euro chips ballooned.

“That’s incredible…!”

I couldn’t help but voice my amazement.

“It’s just luck. When fortune smiles upon you, it really smiles.”

He responded cheerfully.

And he didn’t lose.

Though he never bet on specific numbers, he continued to win without fail.

Before long, an uncountable number of chips piled up in front of him.

Satisfied, he gave a slight nod while looking at the towering stack of chips.

“Well then.”

With that, he left.

The casino attendant gathered the chips onto a silver tray and followed him out.

I could only stare, mouth agape, as a regular-looking gentleman at the table clued me in.

“That man is a mining tycoon who owns numerous mines across Europe and Africa. Before making big business moves, he comes here to test his luck.

Apparently, if he suffers a huge loss here, he considers it a bad omen and abandons the business deal.”

“Wow, there are people like that…

Well, I suppose mining does have an element of luck involved.”

That day, I continued the cycle of losing small amounts and winning big, and by the end of two days, the 50,000-euro chips I had deposited had grown to a total of 150 chips—7.5 million euros.

Converted to Japanese yen, that was over 1.2 billion yen.

Absolutely insane.

But compared to the multibillion-yen wins in Macau, this was still modest.

When I exchanged the leftover small chips, they amounted to about 20,000 euros. From that, I handed a few banknotes in cash as tips to the dealer.

Stuffing the remaining cash into my wallet made it nearly burst at the seams.

Oh well, I thought as I wandered around the casino.

By now, I had lost track of exactly how much money I had.

On the first day, I hadn’t noticed, but now I saw several people wagering sums in cash that made mine look insignificant.

“Maybe I should have aimed for an even bigger win?”

Among the gamblers, I spotted a Middle Eastern tycoon placing stacks of cash into an attaché case, carried by his attendants.

Impressive.

Thinking that, I headed to the bar within the casino, ordered a recommended wine and some light snacks, and filled my stomach before leaving Casino Monte Carlo.

Stepping outside, I saw an Aston Martin Vantage, a Rolls-Royce Phantom, and a Bentley Mulsanne parked casually, as if it were nothing.

Ferraris, Lamborghinis—luxury cars from around the world paraded through the streets.

“It’s like a motor show out here… what a sight to behold.”

With that thought, I returned to my room at Hôtel de Paris, appreciating the wonderful encounters of the night before drifting off to sleep.