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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune右边是一位五十多岁的女人，身穿剪裁利落的深蓝色套装，银发一丝不苟地盘在脑后。她面前摊开一个皮质活页夹，里面是打印整齐的表格和数据，手边放着一支老式万宝龙钢笔。她看向陈伟，目光像两台并行的扫描仪——一台评估信用风险，另一台衡量潜在威胁。陈伟的心猛然一沉。他见过这张脸，在财经新闻里。To the right stood a woman in her fifties, dressed in a sharply tailored navy suit, her silver hair pulled back into a tight bun. Before her lay an open leather binder filled with neatly printed spreadsheets and data, a vintage Montblanc pen resting nearby. Her gaze on Chen Wei was like two parallel scanners—one assessing credit risk, the other measuring potential threat. Chen Wei’s heart sank. He had seen that face before—on financial news.
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