"Mr. Chen, I'll raise a toast to you again. Please feel free to have some, I'll drink it.","Damn Chen Hansheng, with Iraq the way it is now and the US about to attack Saddam, aren't you wishing I'd die sooner",After everything in his stomach was vomited, Chen Hansheng's mind gradually cleared, and Wang Zibao's current image finally began to overlap with his memory.。