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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune“我不买卖内幕信息。”陈伟的声音绷得像一根拧到极限的琴弦，随时可能崩断。“我是分析师。我有牌照。我有合规红线。”“谁说要‘买卖’了？”顾遥笑了—这一次，笑意爬进他眼角的沟壑，却把那双眼睛淬得更冷。“我们不过是……‘交流看法’。选一个时候，挑一些人，谈一些……可能性。跟你每天往报告里填的东西一样。只不过，这儿的听众更……金贵，回报也更烫手。”“I never trade on inside information,” Chen Wei said, his voice wound tight as a string strained to its breaking point. “I’m an analyst. I hold a license. I have compliance red lines.”“Who said anything about ‘trading’?” Gu Yao smiled—this time the smile crept into the creases at the corners of his eyes, but tempered them even colder. “We merely… ‘exchange views.’ Pick a moment, choose some people, talk about certain… possibilities. No different from what you stuff into your reports every day. Only here, the audience is more… exclusive, and the reward burns hotter.”
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