MTL - America’s Big Hero - Chapter 4 : Environmental protection stick

The young master of the Huo Family was well-known in the Rong City. Having been brought up in a military, political, and business family, he was decisive in dealing with businesses, yet sexually continent as it was said. Nevertheless, he happened to fall in love with an illegitimate daughter.

He is a legend among film directors, he completely changed the whole world’s view on Chinese directors! —Washington post.

He once again created a legendary movie, and the flock of fans almost collapsed the movie theater! ―Chicago Sun-Times.

To cry with his movies, to be moved by his movies, to shout crazily because of his movies, what else is impossible? A legendary figure in the director world, who made everyone who laughed at him feel ashamed! -New York Times.

He is the hottest director in Hollywood, the lover in the eyes of all beautiful actors and movie fans, unparalleled, a legendary director who rises like a comet, director of this brilliant life, a legend that subverts all old concepts, welcome, super director ——Smith Zhang!

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“The biggest blessing in my life was meeting you. The greatest misfortune was hurting you.” — Ye FeimoOn the night she finally confessed her feelings, Wen Nuan entered the wrong hotel room—and woke up in the arms of a stranger.Drunk, confused, and heartbroken, she never expected that one night to bind her to the ruthless and enigmatic CEO, Ye Feimo.To find her, he boldly posted a half-naked ad of her across the city. To own her, he made her sign a contract as his substitute lover.She thought it was love. He only saw her as a stand-in.When the woman he truly loved returned, Wen Nuan vanished without a trace.But it was already too late.Ye Feimo finally realized that the only woman he truly loved... was the one he let go.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.