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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune然而，陈伟偏偏赌的就是那个千分之一的概率。然后输了。他闭上眼。灰色的隧道又收紧了一分。远处不知什么地方，传来邮箱收到新邮件的轻响。他不用点开也知道里面写了什么。是券商发来的。确认函。客套话。一把刀。等等。 他再次在心里默念，可这一次，这个词已经没了分量。它不是命令，是哀求。And yet, Chen Wei, of all people, had bet on that one-in-a-thousand chance. And lost.He closed his eyes. The gray tunnel tightened. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the soft chime of a new email arriving in his inbox. He didn't need to open it to know what it said. It would be from his broker. A confirmation. A courtesy. A knife.Wait, he thought again, but this time the word had no force behind it. It was not a command. It was a plea.
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