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.

no

expression and pondered, saying, “I’m

person to dedicate his entire life to the laboratory and devote himself solely to scientific research. Such an

group’s boss added, “I won’t put you in a difficult position. Tomorrow, I’ll go to Max’s house with a team of people. Once the virtual human technology is shared with the laboratory, you

pretended to sigh,

done, Darwin lingered behind, his eyes betraying a barely

had been captivated by

remarkable virtual assistant would be

of constant care

pioneer of human scientific and technological civilization. His name would

excitement, Darwin left hastily, ready to seize the opportunity that

a small shadowy hole, but he was too absorbed in suppressing his excitement and joy to notice it… and

vast shadow over him,

…

noticed

asleep, exhausted

was nowhere

to the living room and leaned against Max, her curiosity piqued. “Uncle Max,

Lilly mentioned that what

oh no, I mean, he borrowed Grandma’s

10g salt, 10g soy sauce, 5g dark soy

half spoonfuls of soy sauce, half a piece of ginger, some pepper, star anise,

head and asked curiously, “Can it

replied, “Just take a look, and you’ll

kitchen, Stacy was cooking with the smart

cookware was equipped

simply needed to follow the instructions and start

new dishes with a blank

piece of pork… Is it from a small pig or

and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce… Should it be a large spoon or

small or large piece? How much is a little pepper, star anise, and

a puff of smoke rose from the sweet

the virtual assistant, looked distressed and said,

furrowed his brow and made some adjustments to

went to Stacy’s side and said, “You should use a big piece of pork,

gestured with her small hands

the one

a little bit means just a small drop. Pinch them and