Chapter 1790

Presley couldn't shake the feeling that this might be too good to be true. Something didn't feel right to him. But he wasn't anxious. He thought he was way smarter than the average person and had seen a lot. So, even if he bumped into a con artist, he wasn't worried. When it came to selling antiques, Presley wasn't playing around. If the money wasn't in his hand, the goods weren't leaving. As long as he played his way, even if Clinton was a scammer, he wouldn't be fooled. With that thought, Presley felt relieved, smiling and saying with enthusiasm, "You came to the right person, Mr. Langston. I run a pawn shop. Everything here comes from folks who needed money and traded their prized possessions. "These are the real deal. The antique scene has been full of knockoffs lately. There's nothing worth your time there. You came to the right spot." Clinton said sternly, "Just to give you a heads up, Mr. Nowell. Make sure you bring me the real deal and no fakes. "People talk about payin