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.

they saw no issue

feigned a troubled expression and pondered, saying,

dedicate his entire life to the laboratory

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 will be responsible for

his head and pretended to sigh,

done, Darwin lingered behind,

house, he had

onward, this remarkable

entered the market, young individuals living alone would have their 24-hour assistants, the elderly in need of constant care would have their personal round-the-clock family doctors,

the pioneer of human scientific and technological civilization. His name

hastily, ready to seize the opportunity that lay

laboratory’s glass wall reflected a small shadowy hole, but he was too absorbed in suppressing his excitement and joy to

cast a vast shadow over him, its enormous mouth having

…

noticed that Max was still

were still fast asleep, exhausted from playing late at

was nowhere

ran to the study next to the living room and leaned against Max, her curiosity

Lilly mentioned that what was missing from Stacy’s

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

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

“One whole piece of pork, one and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce, half a piece of ginger,

her head and asked curiously, “Can it really taste

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

kitchen, Stacy was cooking with the smart pots

the cookware was

follow the instructions and start

the new dishes with a blank

piece of pork… Is it from a small pig or a

half spoonfuls of soy sauce… Should

of ginger… Is it a small or large piece?

puff of smoke rose from the sweet potatoes,

distressed and said,

made some adjustments to the

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

small hands to indicate

is the one you normally use

means just a small drop. Pinch them and