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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune陆家嘴的玻璃幕墙将正午的阳光折射成一片冰冷的金属海洋。陈伟坐在他十八楼的格子间里，面前的四块屏幕上跳动着全球市场的脉搏。数字如常流淌，但他的内部代码已经紊乱。他发现自己正凝视着窗外黄浦江的浑浊江水，想象着它通往的远方海域——那些弗莱明笔下间谍们出没的、没有监管、没有审计轨迹的地方。From the cold metallic sea into which the glass curtain walls of Lujiazui had refracted the midday sun, Chen Wei, seated within his cubicle on the eighteenth floor, confronted four monitors that pulsed with the arrhythmic heartbeats of global markets. The numbers flowed with their accustomed liquidity, yet some corruption had infected his internal code; he found himself arrested by the muddy currents of the Huangpu River, his imagination tracing their descent toward those distant, unregulated waters—those untraceable expanses where the spies of Fleming still roamed.
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