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"Mr. Chen, I'll raise a toast to you again. Please feel free to have some, I'll drink it.",The sky is a brilliant blue with no clouds. The road is still dirt, and you can clearly see each puff of dust kicked up. A loudspeaker from the barbershop on the side of the road blasts out loud music.,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.。