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 issue with this

and pondered, saying, “I’m

was not the type of person to dedicate his entire life to the laboratory and devote himself

with a team of people. Once the virtual human technology is shared with the laboratory, you will be responsible for further development and

his head and pretended to sigh, reluctantly

the meeting was done, Darwin lingered behind, his eyes betraying a barely

he had been captivated by the charm

tomorrow onward, this remarkable virtual

as this technology was disseminated and entered the market, young individuals living alone would have their 24-hour assistants, the elderly in need of constant

propelling this technological era forward, the pioneer of human scientific and technological civilization.

left hastily, ready to seize the opportunity that lay before

suppressing his excitement and joy to notice it… and he would not have seen

a vast shadow over him, its enormous

…

noticed that Max was

fast asleep, exhausted from

was nowhere to be

to the living room and leaned against

“Last night, Lilly mentioned that what

oh no, I mean,

recipe for pork, “500g of pork, 10g

whole piece of pork, one and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce, half a piece of ginger, some pepper, star anise, and a

curiously, “Can it really taste

replied, “Just take a look,

the kitchen, Stacy was cooking with the

the cookware was

simply needed to follow the

dishes with a blank

Is it from a small pig

Should

a piece of ginger… Is it a small or large piece? How much is

a puff of smoke rose from the sweet potatoes, causing the cooking process to come to a

and said, “Master, Stacy doesn’t understand

his brow and made some adjustments

side and said, “You should use

gestured with her small hands to indicate the

the one you normally

a small drop. Pinch them