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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune“陈伟，分析师。”顾遥开口，没有介绍其他人的意思。“你的座位。”唯一的空位就在顾遥正对面，面向那块巨大的黑屏。陈伟坐下，隔着西装裤都能感受到皮椅面的冰凉。他将那六枚蓝色筹码轻轻放在光洁的桌面上。它们看起来愈发廉价，与这房间的冷峻格格不入。“Chen Wei, analyst.” Gu Yao spoke, without introducing the others, as if he saw no need. “Your seat.”The only empty seat was directly across from Gu Yao, facing the vast black screen. Chen Wei sat down, feeling the icy chill of the leather through his suit trousers. He set the six blue chips softly on the glossy tabletop. They seemed even more out of place now, jarring against the starkness of the room.
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