Ahhh Good 'Ol Money

I was king of the town, I had just helped the police stop some very villainous folks and as a consequence I had just gained so much money, it was quite astounding. And to celebrate I was walking down the street of the little dive where I had gotten so rich when I noticed a street artist. He looked very frustrated and was beating on his cheap canvas as though it owed him something. As I moved closer I realized he was attempting a very interesting representation of myself. I felt bad for the artist and decided that I would help him out by posing so that he may capture my countenance just perfect, I figured it could be a memento of my adventures here in Paris, besides all that money I had just earned of course. As a way of passing the time I also regaled him in the story of why I was wandering the street and how I came across so excellent a fortune. As I finished the story and he his painting, which came out quite excellent, once it was complete, I noticed an odd look in his eye and demeanor. His strokes became more short and his speech towards me more curt and aggravated. And as I left carrying my portrait in my hand I had a suspicion that this man was plotting something against me and my money.