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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune陈伟转头，看见一个大约五十岁的男人。他穿着剪裁极其合体的深色中山装，没打领带，手腕上是一块简约的铂金手表，陈伟认出那是一个他只在拍卖行图册上见过的品牌。男人的脸棱角分明，眼神平静得像深潭，但潭水之下，仿佛有无数条数据流在无声地交汇奔涌。他不是赌客。他是这里的一分子，是这房间“算法”的一个活体组件。Chen Wei turned and saw a man around fifty years old. He wore a perfectly tailored dark Sun Yat Sen suit with no tie, and on his wrist was a simple platinum watch—a brand Chen Wei had only ever seen in auction house catalogs. The man’s face was sharp and angular, his gaze still as a deep pool. Yet beneath that stillness, countless data streams seemed to converge and surge in silent motion. He was not a gambler. He was part of this place—a living component of the room's algorithm.
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