Black Technology Director Can Make Anything Come True (17): 

Some rejoice while others worry. Seeing everyone respond so enthusiastically to the PV, Si Qi felt delighted. But those other directors whose schedules happened to clash with his were anything but pleased.

Everyone knew that the most talked-about person in the country right now was Si Qi. Even the glasses sitting on their noses were developed and manufactured by him. Yet this guy, who clearly had no shortage of money or attention, just had to take an interest in making movies. It was like a shark from the vast ocean suddenly jumping into their small lake to snatch food, stirring up the calm spring until it was in complete turmoil—how could they possibly be happy about that?

At first, they could still comfort themselves with the thought, “He’s just a rookie who’s only here for fun, he doesn’t really count for much.” Even though Si Qi had won an international award with a short film, a short film was not the same as a full-length movie, so they weren’t overly worried.

But that idea completely vanished the moment they saw the PV with their own eyes.

As the saying goes, laymen watch for the spectacle while experts watch for the craft. And though it was only a PV, it was enough for these seasoned veterans to study and extract plenty of insights.

Whether it was the grand, majestic scenes, the depth in the characters, or the seamless flow and transitions of the story—none of this was something that could be achieved without a solid foundation. Nor was it possible to make so many viewers scream with excitement without true skill.

Quality work only needs a glance or two for people to know what they’re looking at.

What stood out even more was the synopsis hinted at in the PV—it revealed Si Qi’s ambition.

Patriotism, hatred and sacrifice, passionate battles, confrontation mixed with unconditional trust… could these really be the kind of themes a newcomer just starting to learn filmmaking would handle? Even the few elements casually picked out were enough to strike a deep chord with audiences.

Even if viewers weren’t moved by the patriotism, friendship, combat, or hatred, they would still be touched by the theme of family. This film was simply too comprehensive—it included both epic grand settings and tender, intimate emotions.

Directors who wanted to achieve too much in one go weren’t unheard of. Such works often turned into confused messes, unfocused and incoherent, leaving audiences baffled. Too many elements crammed together, and in the end, nothing was told well.

If it had been someone else putting out such a trailer, those long-established directors wouldn’t care at all—they might even laugh at that person’s overconfidence. But who was Si Qi?

He was someone who, upon debut, had already won an international award. Someone who topped the national college entrance exam rankings as easily as he claimed he would. Someone who invented AR glasses overnight just because his younger brother wanted them—and ended up famous worldwide. For someone so clear in his goals, so decisive and effective, would his film really turn out to be the disorganized mess they wished it would be?

It was less about fearing the quality of the PV than about fearing this unstoppable young man himself.

With such thoughts in mind, some directors guiltily avoided scheduling releases around the Spring Festival to prevent clashing with Si Qi’s film, just in case. Others stubbornly decided to take the gamble, betting that Si Qi’s debut feature would prove hollow beneath the surface. Along with countless fans, they waited silently for the Spring Festival to arrive.

During this waiting period, Si Qi was not idle either.

That day, stepping out and seeing Chu Feng waiting outside his home, Si Qi was no longer surprised.

He opened the passenger seat door and sat down. Si Qi asked, “Why didn’t you let the driver take us today?”

Chu Feng replied, “I didn’t want anyone interrupting our time alone.”

He wasn’t trying to be subtle. Since he had decided to be with this person, sooner or later he had to make his feelings clear.

“Oh.” Si Qi made a sound of acknowledgement. Having lived countless lifetimes like an old married couple, he didn’t sense anything unusual in those words. He casually picked up the water bottle by his side. “Yours?”

Chu Feng felt a tinge of disappointment at Si Qi’s obliviousness. “Yes. If you’re thirsty, in the back there’s—” a fridge and some drinks.

But Si Qi had already twisted open the cap and taken two swigs.

“……” Chu Feng’s fingers trembled slightly on the steering wheel, though he pretended calm and reminded him deliberately: “I already drank from that.”

“I know.” When he picked it up, the water level was lower and the cap had clearly been unscrewed. Of course he noticed.

He was puzzled why Chu Feng pointed it out, then suddenly realized after a moment. “Ah… I see. Sorry, I’m used to it.”

“……”

Used to it? That meant Si Qi had often drunk from his bottle before, right?

Chu Feng recalled their army days. The battlefield conditions had been harsh, and not everyone had their own water supply. Si Qi disliked him, the pampered young master, so he would deliberately snatch his water instead of anyone else’s. In retaliation, Chu Feng had done the same… though his intentions back then weren’t nearly as innocent as Si Qi’s now.

Chu Feng said softly, “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Hearing that, Si Qi gave him a strange smile—as if to say, of course Chu Feng didn’t mind. In fact, he was probably secretly happy about it.

Chu Feng said, “I want a sip too, do you mind?”

“Of course not.” Si Qi’s smile grew even brighter. He deftly twisted the cap open again and handed the bottle back to him, as if it were a gesture he’d done countless times before.

Chu Feng’s throat bobbed as he took the bottle and drank. When he set it down and returned it, he hadn’t even tasted the water. All he could feel was the overwhelming presence of his lips where they had touched the bottle’s rim. His pounding heart felt like it was about to leap out of his throat.

His ears were burning hot.

—This bottle of water absolutely had to be kept.

Chu Feng cleared his throat lightly, about to say something to distract Si Qi so he wouldn’t notice his abnormal expression. But before he could speak, Si Qi asked, “Do these glasses work well when you’re driving?”

Chu Feng replied, “Very well.”

Wanting to prolong the conversation with Si Qi, Chu Feng carefully described his user experience: “You just need to state your destination, and the route and directions immediately appear in front of your eyes. Even someone with no sense of direction can’t get lost. Driving is much easier too—the system gives reminders at crucial moments, like when to brake or shift gears. If someone suddenly forgets which pedal is the gas, the glasses use visual cues to indicate it. I think even a beginner could manage to drive just by following the glasses’ instructions.”

Si Qi nodded. “Actually, I still want to add new functions to the glasses. For example, in-car monitoring, recording traffic violations, things like that.”

Chu Feng considered this for a moment. “That would require coordination with the relevant departments. But if it’s achievable, I think it would really help with traffic management… Is that why you went to the traffic bureau today?”

Si Qi just smiled without answering.

When Chu Feng delivered him to the department, the officials were already waiting, having heard the news in advance. After testing the glasses, they were very impressed by how much more convenient and flexible the monitoring system was compared to fixed road cameras. The department was eager to adopt it, and new policies were soon introduced. Before long, people saw the new regulation in official announcements.

“Once it detects speeding or illegal driving, it automatically reports it? Damn, it feels like the chances of getting points on your license are about to skyrocket!”

“This is actually pretty good. Imagine if you were in some remote place without surveillance cameras and got hit by a car. The driver ran away, and you lost consciousness. Then the glasses call the police and an ambulance for you, and also report the hit-and-run driver. Wouldn’t that give you such a sense of security?”

“I think this system is great. After all, even though we have cameras everywhere here, there are always blind spots.”

“Exactly! If you run into danger while outside, the glasses can call the police and record the attacker’s appearance. Just seeing you wearing them would probably make people think twice before harming you.”

“Not sure if you’ve experienced this… A few days ago, I was at a hotel, and the glasses warned me there was a camera inside the set-top box. Damn it, when I opened it up, there really was one. I reported it immediately—disgusting! Another time, I was taking a walk by the fields, and someone passed by carrying a sickle. The glasses instantly warned me there was a sharp weapon nearby and told me to stay cautious… Honestly, it made me feel really safe.”

“Hahaha, wait for me! The other day I was walking and a stray dog suddenly jumped out and scared me. I screamed, and the glasses immediately asked if I was in danger and wanted to call the police. Hahaha, at that moment I also felt super safe.”

“Same goes for school bullying, domestic violence, things like that. This could also provide some degree of protection.”

“True. For privacy reasons, the glasses don’t record your surroundings under normal circumstances. But if they detect dangerous objects nearby, or if the user suddenly raises their voice, or if their movements become abnormal, the glasses will ask if they need help or automatically call emergency services. With the new collaboration with the traffic bureau, the rule is that once you sit in the driver’s seat, the camera automatically turns on. I think that’s a good start.”

“……”

When Si Lin heard this news, he rushed straight home.

As expected, when he got there, he saw Chu Feng, who seemed practically settled in at their house already. Ignoring him completely, Si Lin ran over and hugged his brother tightly.

Si Qi was playing a video game with Chu Feng, loser doing the dishes, when he was suddenly hugged by his younger brother. He quickly put down the controller. “What’s wrong?”

“Brother…” Si Lin struggled with what to say. After a long silence, he finally spoke. “It’s nothing. I just saw a truck driver who had repeatedly violated traffic rules get his license revoked after being reported by the glasses… I just felt that your idea is really amazing… I wanted to tell you that.”

Si Qi smiled. “That’s nothing. Dangerous driving is a serious problem. If you break the rules, you should be punished. That’s only normal.”

Si Lin’s nose stung. He didn’t know how to explain. Should he tell Si Qi that in his past life, it was this very truck driver who caused his death? His voice hoarse, he only said, “Yeah, you’re right.”

He had originally planned to deal with that truck driver by other means. Even if the man hadn’t harmed them in this life, Si Lin hadn’t wanted to let him off.

But now his brother’s action… had punished him, and in a fair way, without bringing him undeserved harm. After some thought, Si Lin decided to let go.

Maybe having his brother “personally” deal with it was better than him exacting malicious revenge later.

And besides, with this in place, even if the driver got his license back, with the glasses monitoring him, he probably wouldn’t dare to recklessly break the law again. Tragedies like the one that had befallen his brother would never happen again.

Burying his head in Si Qi’s arms, Si Lin muttered, “Brother, you have to live well.”

Si Qi laughed and ruffled his hair. “Of course. I’ll live a long, long life.”

Si Lin shook his head unhappily, pouting like a child. “A hundred years isn’t enough. You have to live well past a hundred!”

Si Qi chuckled. “That’d make me an old man.”

Si Lin replied, “That’s fine. If you get old, I’ll take care of you.”

Si Qi was amused. “What kind of logic is that? A younger brother looking after his elder in old age?”

Chu Feng seized the chance to insert himself: “Right. That’s a partner’s duty.”

He deliberately said “partner” instead of “wife,” slyly choosing his words.

Si Lin turned his head with displeasure to glare at Chu Feng, who had once again intruded into their home. He purposely said, “If anything, it should be children who look after their parents. Brother, you must find a gentle, kind, and beautiful sister-in-law, and have a bunch of good, filial children!”

As expected, Chu Feng’s smile froze for a split second. Si Qi just laughed. “Having you as my child is enough.”

Si Lin muttered under his breath, “That’s not what I meant…”

Acting like a living lightbulb, Si Lin squeezed himself between the two as they started a new round of gaming. He only left when he got a phone call, glaring at Chu Feng warningly before going out.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng, who had secretly used the glasses to get someone to call Si Lin away, pretended as if nothing had happened. While playing, he asked, “Do you like raising kids?”

Si Qi blinked. “I’m still a kid myself. Isn’t it too early to ask that?”

Chu Feng shook his head. “No, I mean…”

What he really wanted to ask was whether, after he himself had died in their past life, Si Qi had gone back to the empire, married, and had children. And in this world, after finding him again as a “comrade-in-arms,” was Si Qi also searching for his “wife and children” from that past life?

The thought worried him deeply.

Chu Feng asked indirectly, “By the way, in ‘The Battle of Twin Stars,’ did the protagonist end up getting married and having children?”

Taking the chance, Si Qi tossed a bomb at Chu Feng’s character in the game. “Why do you ask that all of a sudden?”

“Curiosity,” Chu Feng replied.

“Oh.” Watching him dodge the explosion with ease, maneuvering right up to his own character, Si Qi deliberately teased, “Do you want him to get married?”

“……”

Chu Feng’s fingers slowed unconsciously. “If Lancelot hadn’t died, then yes, I would want that.”

Si Qi’s hand trembled, then he burst out laughing, practically doubling over.

So even without memories, even in another world, the instinct buried deep in Chu Feng’s soul still stubbornly insisted that the two of them were destined to be together? Even if, in his current eyes, Lancelot had nothing to do with him?

Chu Feng asked nervously, “What do you think?”

His heart was pounding fast.

Because what he was really asking about was himself and Si Qi.

Si Qi, grinning, nodded without hesitation, completely unaware of the deeper meaning behind the question, unaware that Chu Feng was testing him. He casually answered, “I think it’s fine. Lancelot is great.”

Chu Feng’s pupils shrank, then he quickly lowered his head, terrified that he might burst into a stupid grin right in front of Si Qi.

Covering his mouth with his hand to hide the upward curl of his lips, he felt like his heart was about to break into dance.

There was a chance! He really did have a big chance!

He had just lifted his head, ready to say something, when Si Qi suddenly threw down his controller and leapt up in triumph. “Yes! I won!”

Chu Feng blinked at him, then at the game screen that had somehow ended without him noticing, and sighed helplessly. To Si Qi, it seemed this issue that had kept him awake countless nights was nothing at all.

Resigned, he said, “I’ll go wash the dishes.”

To be able to do chores in the home of the person he liked—it felt less like work and more like a reward.

But… there was a problem.

—How exactly do you wash dishes?

“You don’t even know how to wash dishes, and yet you bet with me in a competition. Was this your plan from the start?” Si Qi stood in front of the sink looking depressed, teaching Chu Feng, who was wearing an apron over his suit, how to wash dishes. “It’s simple—wet the bowl, put some dish soap on the sponge, make foam, and scrub off the grease.”

Chu Feng suddenly understood. “It really is simple.”

“Alright, do it then.” Si Qi put down the bowl, washed his hands clean, and stood by with his arms crossed like a supervisor.

Being watched by Si Qi, Chu Feng lowered his head and obediently washed the dishes. Clearly something that would have been impossible for him not long ago now seemed perfectly natural.

After getting married in the future… such things would probably happen often, Chu Feng thought with a small smile.

“I’ve already learned how to wash dishes. Next time, shall we compete again to decide who washes them?” Chu Feng hinted slyly, suggesting they could eat together and play games together in the future as well.

Si Qi nodded. “Sure.”

Chu Feng was overjoyed.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was New Year’s Eve.

“It’s already New Year, why are you still hanging around in my house?” Si Lin, sticking Spring Festival couplets on the doorframe, lowered his voice at Chu Feng. “Don’t you have a home of your own?”

Chu Feng replied, “Over in Country Z, celebrating the Spring Festival isn’t really a tradition.”

He was talking about where the Lawrence family’s main residence was located. The Lawrence family members were always scattered all over the world, often spending less time in their own country than abroad, so their sense of belonging was faint.

Si Lin glared. “That’s not my problem! The Spring Festival is for family reunions, and you’re not part of our family!”

Chu Feng looked innocent. “It was A-Qi who invited me.”

Si Lin: “……”

As a devoted brother, Si Lin could never say his brother shouldn’t have invited him. Gritting his teeth, he snapped, “Then you could have just not come!”

“If I didn’t come, and your brother felt sad, what then?”

“My brother would never…” Si Lin muttered, but deep down he wasn’t so sure.

His brother’s easygoing nature meant he could make friends casually. Chu Feng never showed arrogance in front of his brother, kept appearing before him, and treated him with utter patience and kindness. If it weren’t for his brother’s slightly thick nerves, oblivious to Chu Feng’s repeated hints, Si Lin would have worried that one day his brother might actually fall.

Like that time when his brother casually said he wanted to eat pudding, Chu Feng actually went home, learned how to make it from a chef, and the next day delivered pudding right to his brother.

Say what you will, that kind of effort left Si Lin with no grounds to criticize.

And when his brother ate the pudding, his mood was extremely good. Just seeing that smile on Si Qi’s face made Si Lin feel that life was wonderful.

If Chu Feng could really make his brother smile like that often… Wait! What was he thinking?! Absolutely not!!!

Si Lin glared furiously at Chu Feng, who had almost led his thoughts astray. Chu Feng shrugged innocently and hung up the red lantern under the eaves before strolling into the house.

Si Lin hurriedly finished pasting the last of the couplets, grabbed a stool, and followed inside.

Si Qi was sitting on the living room sofa tinkering with a small device.

Si Lin recognized it as a high-energy shield that appeared in the black-tech knowledge database, while Chu Feng recognized it as a defensive weapon often used on space warships in his previous life. Both of them knew what it was, but pretended not to, silently marveling that their brother/Si Qi really was a genius. To make such advanced tech so casually—even with knowledge databases or past experience—wasn’t easy to replicate.

Si Lin and Chu Feng each took a seat on either side of Si Qi. Suddenly remembering, Si Lin said, “Oh right, your movie’s releasing tomorrow. Brother, do you want to watch it in the cinema with me? Just the two of us.”

Without lifting his head, Si Qi said, “I’ve already watched it hundreds of times. What’s there to see? If you want to watch, go with your Brother Chu Feng.”

Si Lin pouted so much he could hang an oil pot from his lip. “I don’t want to go with him…”

Chu Feng smiled reservedly. “What a coincidence, neither do I.”

“You!” Si Lin nearly jumped up to hit him, turning to Si Qi. “Brother, kick this guy out! He keeps bullying me!”

Si Qi was long used to his little brother’s whining and said indifferently, “Then you can bully him back.”

Si Lin clutched his brother’s hand. “No, I want you to help me…”

Si Qi put down the completed shield and smiled. “Alright, brother will help you. Tonight, let’s play Fight the Landlord. The two of us will team up and make sure Chu Feng loses everything—even his underwear!”

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow, looking interested. “So the bet is clothes?”

Si Qi: “……”

Si Lin exploded. “Dream on!!”

Si Qi coughed lightly, forced to abandon that tempting idea in front of a child, and said seriously, “Yes, dream on. The bet is who has to do the house cleaning for the next month.”

Si Lin: “…Is that really a punishment?”

It seemed like Chu Feng would gladly lose on purpose just for the chance to clean their house…

Wait—this world’s tycoon, willingly coming to someone else’s house to do chores just to chase after someone… wasn’t that a bit…

Si Lin looked at Chu Feng with complicated eyes and indeed saw him looking eager and happy. Lowering his head gloomily, he said nothing.

That New Year’s Eve, the three of them noisily played cards until 3 a.m. When the game ended, Chu Feng naturally stayed over at Si Qi’s place, happily scoring the benefit of borrowing Si Qi’s pajamas. The next day at noon, the two even brushed their teeth side by side at the sink, leaving Chu Feng feeling like he was floating in the clouds.

After lunch, Si Lin impatiently opened the network in his glasses to check the first batch of reviews from the audience.