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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他的上司，一个将高尔夫差点看得比儿子成绩还重的男人，把一份报告扔在他桌上。“心不在焉啊，陈伟。你的模型里有个错误，差点让我们对一个医疗器械公司的估值偏高百分之三。” 上司的声音像砂纸划过黑板，“精准，陈伟。我们讲究的是精准，不是幻想。” 陈伟点头道歉，手指却悄悄在键盘下方擦过，触到公文包粗糙的帆布面料。那本书就躺在里面，像一个被植入的病毒，正在悄然运行。His boss—a man who cares more about his golf handicap than his son’s grades—tossed a report onto his desk. ‘Distracted, Chen Wei,’ he said. ‘There’s an error in your model that almost inflated our valuation of a medical device company by three percent.’ His voice scraped like sandpaper on a blackboard. ‘Precision, Chen Wei. We focus on precision, not fantasies.’ Chen Wei nodded and apologized, but his fingers secretly brushed beneath the keyboard, against the rough canvas fabric of his briefcase under the desk. The book lay inside, like an implanted virus, quietly running its course.
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