C240 Invitation

After I sent Weiwei back, I sold the car and traded it for a relatively low-key Beetle, which earned me hundreds of thousands of dollars. I felt a little bad about it. I tried to comfort myself by telling myself to go to hell, to hell with dignity, that I couldn't eat that kind of stuff, and anyway, I didn't steal it, I didn't rob it, it was my own car anyway, I could do whatever I wanted with it