Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

After dinner, Max’s futuristic home transformed into a children’s paradise.

The all-encompassing holographic technology allowed them to watch cartoons.

The vast knowledge reservoir of virtual beings allowed them to listen to fairy tales.

The smart, heated, and adjustable sofa turned into a makeshift trampoline.

Finally, when the children were exhausted from playing, the room fell into silence.

…

Simultaneously, in a high-level meeting at the laboratory, four people sat around a large round table.

“I propose confiscating Max’s house. He serves the laboratory, and everything he develops should belong to us,” one person asserted.

Another person nodded in agreement. “I agree. According to Darwin’s assessment, his first virtual assistant has reached maturity. If this technology can be widely implemented, it will benefit countless families.”

The third person, dressed in blue overalls, was Darwin, Max’s closest collaborator. He hesitated and spoke up, “But this is his personal property. He used his own funds to purchase the house and cover the expenses of decoration and design.”

The person who spoke first was the leader of the meeting, and also the head of the technology group following the joint venture.

He sneered, saying, “Where do you think his money comes from? The laboratory pays him five million dollars annually, and everything he does is funded by our organization.”

“Our laboratory has invested so much money, it’s only fair for him to repay it, right?”

“Virtual technology should be connected to the laboratory and commercialized to generate revenue. This way, we can have ample funds to invest in lithography machines and support the ongoing operations of the laboratory.”

Everyone nodded, failing to see any issue with the proposal.

“After all, the laboratory is providing him with a five-million-dollar salary…”

Yet, they failed to consider that Max had earned those five million dollars entirely on his own.

It remained uncertain how many domestic and international groups had extended tempting offers to Max. If he were to change jobs, his salary would easily reach ten million dollars or more.

However, Max chose not to pursue those opportunities.

Now, these so-called “leaders” wanted to take Max’s developed virtual human technology into the laboratory and commercialize it to support the development of lithography machines.

Essentially, they were demanding that Max “sacrifice” for the sake of the laboratory, pulling him in different directions like a sheep being tugged.

saw no issue with this

troubled expression and pondered, saying, “I’m afraid he won’t

laboratory and

people. Once the virtual human technology

lowered his head and pretended to sigh, reluctantly replying,

was done, Darwin lingered behind, his eyes betraying

had been captivated by the charm of

onward, this remarkable virtual assistant

the elderly in need of constant care would have their personal round-the-clock family

propelling this technological era forward, the pioneer of human scientific

excitement, Darwin left hastily, ready to seize the

was too absorbed in suppressing his excitement and joy to notice it… and he would not have seen

looming ghost cast a vast shadow over him, its enormous mouth having already

…

noticed that Max was still

still fast asleep, exhausted from

nowhere to

hurriedly ran to the study next to the living room and leaned against Max, her curiosity piqued. “Uncle Max, what

mentioned that what was

no, I mean, he borrowed Grandma’s recipes and uploaded

for pork, “500g of pork, 10g salt, 10g soy sauce, 5g dark

soy sauce, half a

tilted her head and asked curiously, “Can it really taste

replied, “Just take a

kitchen, Stacy was cooking

cookware was equipped with

needed to follow the instructions and

new dishes with

pork… Is it from a small pig

Should it be a large

large piece? How much is

from the sweet potatoes, causing the cooking process to come to

and said, “Master, Stacy doesn’t understand any of

made

hurriedly went to Stacy’s side and said, “You

small hands to

is the one you normally

a little bit means just a small drop. Pinch them and it’s