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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune陈伟感到口干舌燥。这比他预想的更…系统化，也更冰冷。这不是拉斯维加斯，这是剥离了所有感官刺激、只剩下赤裸裸价值评估的抽象赌场。他的分析师本能被激发了，肾上腺素却是因为危险而飙升。他参与过无数估值模型讨论，但从未有过如此直接的、个人化的利益绑定——用他口袋里仅有的、微不足道的六百块。Chen Wei’s mouth was dry. This was more systematic, and colder, than he’d imagined. This wasn’t Las Vegas; it was an abstract casino stripped of all sensory stimuli, leaving only raw value assessment. His analyst instincts were engaged, but the adrenaline was spiking from danger. He’d participated in countless valuation model discussions, but never with such direct, personal stakes—the meager six hundred yuan in his pocket.
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