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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune陈伟的喉咙发紧。他伸手去够桌上的水杯，手抖得太厉害，水洒出来，洇湿了那叠他几周没碰过的打印稿。他没去擦。内幕消息。 这个念头像鲨鱼的背鳍，无声地划开平静的水面。这是唯一说得通的解释。顾遥一定提前知道了。要么是期刊那边有人透风，要么是提前看到了审稿稿，要么是试验中心的数据管理员漏了口风。不然他怎么可能那么笃定？怎么可能用那种让人恼火的、纹丝不动的平静投下“买入”？Chen Wei's throat tightened. He reached for the glass of water on his desk, but his hand was shaking so badly that the water sloshed over the rim, soaking a stack of printouts he hadn't touched in weeks. He didn't bother to wipe them dry.Insider information. The thought surfaced like a shark's fin cutting through still water. It was the only explanation that made sense. Gu Yao must have known. Someone must have tipped him off—a contact at the journal, a reviewer who had seen the manuscript, a data manager at the trial site. How else could he have been so certain? How else could he have voted "Buy" with that infuriating, unshakable calm?
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