Chapter 812 Oh, Lemme Show It to Ya

There was no such person as an amateur clockmaker called John Barnum. Javier had made it up, which clued Barney into realizing that Javier did not know what he was talking about at all.

It also made the less-than-fetching 450-dollar bid a bit easier to swallow. This was a dumb*ss who did not know anything about art, man. Just the reminder that this clock had been bought at the economical price of 30 dollars was enough to make 450 dollars seem like an absolute win.

Of course, no antique-based conman worth his salt would say yes to a bargain-bin price so quickly. Barney had to go through the motions, mumbling about how hard it would be for him to part with his crown treasure, before finally agreeing to sell it for 450 dollars with a convincing wince.

After Javier wrapped the clock with newspaper and left with his loot, Barney reclined into his lounge chair, a cigarette between his fingers and a cup of Earl Grey in his other hand. Life was good when one knew how to take a little adva