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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他始终没有正眼看陈伟，目光却像扫描仪一样，将对方从头到脚筛了一遍。在那只廉价公文包的人造皮革上停顿片刻，随即滑向上方——那块表蒙子贼亮、彻底暴露了租赁身份的手表。他的眼神活脱脱就是两台点钞机，冰冷且不知疲倦。“先生是来旅游的？”语气圆滑世故，可那一抹礼节性的微笑，始终未曾抵达眼底。“我……找人。”陈伟用中文答道，声音比预想的平稳。这是个蹩脚的谎话，但那男人只是微不可察地挑了挑眉梢，仿佛早已看穿，又或者根本就漠不关心。他侧身让开通道，做了个“请”的手势。He never once met Chen Wei’s eye, yet his gaze raked over him like a scanner—lingering on the faux leather of the cheap briefcase before sliding up to the telltale, garish shine of a rented watch. His eyes were those of a man counting banknotes, cold and ceaseless. "Visiting, sir?" The tone was smooth, but the thin smile never reached his eyes."I'm... looking for someone," Chen Wei replied in Chinese, his voice steadier than he expected. It was a clumsy lie, but the man merely lifted an eyebrow a fraction, as if he had seen through it or, more likely, simply did not care. He stepped aside and gestured for him to pass.
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