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

I woke up about 30 minutes before the room service staff was due to arrive, roused by the morning call from the front desk.

“Ah, right. I had set a morning call.”

I quickly got myself ready, making sure I looked presentable to others.

Right on time, the hotel staff efficiently prepared my breakfast.

Curious, I asked him while he worked, “Where are these silver utensils from?”

“These are from Christofle, a company that received the royal warrant from King Louis-Philippe of France. It is a world-renowned brand.”

At this point, I was starting to believe that the hotel staff could answer anything with precision.

After finishing my delicious breakfast, I completed my final preparations, grabbed my luggage, and headed to the front desk.

I was about to check out and pay when I realized that the bill had already been settled by the company.

Apparently, Sands Group had an annual contract with Hôtel de Paris, allowing me to stay in a regular suite anytime.

However, due to an unusual stroke of luck—or perhaps misfortune—the suite rooms were fully booked, which is why I ended up in the Diamond Suite instead.

It all made sense now, and I accepted the generous treatment with understanding.

Leaving the front desk, I asked the doorman to bring my car around and drove my 488 Pista to Nice Côte d’Azur International Airport.

Having gotten used to handling the Pista, I sped up a bit on the highway, arriving at the airport much earlier than planned.

I spent time leisurely in the airport’s suite lounge before boarding the plane with priority access.

Once onboard, I realized the seat felt a little cramped.

Of course, I had been given the best available seat, but having flown in a private jet on the way here, it felt a bit confined.

The journey from London Heathrow to Narita Airport was extremely comfortable, but still, it couldn’t compare to a private jet.

Reflecting on how accustomed I had become to luxury, I felt a pang of embarrassment.

And so, I resolved to spend money even more actively from now on.

If I was going to live lavishly, I might as well take the lead in stimulating the economy myself.

From Narita, I took a Dreamliner to Itami Airport.

Since the Dreamliner was a newer aircraft, the flight was incredibly smooth and pleasant.

By this time, I had grown accustomed to the space, and it no longer felt particularly tight.

Upon arriving at Itami Airport, I processed my parking ticket and made my way to my Lexus, dragging my now much heavier Rimowa suitcase and my new companion—an Hermes Birkin 60, stuffed with various small purchases.

From Itami, I returned to my residence near Osaka University.

The hassle of parking convinced me once again—I absolutely needed to buy land near campus and build a secret garage house.

On the day I returned to Japan, I slept like a log, but the very next day, I was back to full activity.

First, I wanted to get a firm grasp on my finances.

So, I started a tour of financial institutions in my Lexus.

I decided to update the passbooks for as many of my accounts as possible, starting with my brokerage accounts.

That’s when I made an interesting discovery—several of the dozens of stocks I held had reached their dividend payout dates. As a result, about 6 billion yen had been deposited into my securities account.

Additionally, my broker informed me that some of my stocks had undergone splits, increasing my holdings.

Until that moment, I hadn’t realized it, but my stock assets were approaching a total value of 100 billion yen. Given a return rate of around 6%, this result seemed reasonable.

I then transferred the 6 billion yen to various personal accounts for diversification.

Once the transactions were completed, I grabbed my stack of passbooks and set out for a round of bank visits, this time in my i8.

At every bank, the branch managers personally greeted me and eagerly proposed investment opportunities. But I declined, saying I was already well-covered.

While updating my passbooks, I casually withdrew about 10 million yen in cash and stuffed it unceremoniously into my Birkin.

As for the cash I had brought back from Monaco in euros, I had simply bundled it with a rubber band and left it on my desk at home.

After finishing at the banks, my next stop was my tax accountant.

I had scheduled an appointment before heading to Yodoyabashi to see my trusted accountant.

When I explained the unusual turn of events that had led me here, he informed me that he was already in contact with the other party’s accountant.

Apparently, my tax accountant hadn’t known that Sands Group’s accountant was from Deloitte, one of the Big Four global accounting firms, so when he suddenly received emails and calls from them, he had been quite nervous.

To make matters worse, there was now the issue of income tax.

Since I had earned an enormous amount of money, a significant portion would be taken in taxes. He told me we would have a more detailed discussion by the end of the year and asked me to come back then.

After wrapping up various other errands, I returned home, took a shower, and got ready.

As dinnertime approached, I started feeling restless.

I had a meeting tonight.

Upon my return to Japan, I had reached out to two people: Hitomi, and the person who started it all—Mr. Nakamura.

And tonight, I was going to have dinner with Mr. Nakamura.

The venue was, of course, Saeki.

I was about to meet the person who set everything in motion, at the place where it all began. There was no way I wouldn’t be nervous.

Since I planned to drink tonight, I left my car at home and took a taxi to the restaurant.

There was still some time before our appointment, but my nerves wouldn’t settle.

What would he think upon seeing me now?

What kind of impression would he have?

Would he be angry?

These thoughts consumed me.

Not that I had done anything wrong…

And just as the appointed time approached, I heard the sound of the restaurant’s sliding door opening.