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

expression and pondered, saying, “I’m afraid

the laboratory and devote himself solely to scientific research. Such an idealistic notion simply did not

put you in a difficult position. Tomorrow, I’ll go to Max’s house with a team of people. Once the virtual

pretended to

done, Darwin lingered behind, his

visit to Max’s house, he had been captivated

remarkable virtual

24-hour assistants, the elderly in need of constant care would have their personal round-the-clock family doctors, and life

be the godfather propelling this technological era forward, the pioneer of human scientific and technological civilization. His name would be etched in

left hastily, ready to seize the

absorbed in suppressing his excitement and joy to notice it… and he would not

a looming ghost cast a vast shadow

…

up, she noticed

were still fast asleep, exhausted from playing late at

was nowhere

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

replied, “Last night, Lilly mentioned that what was missing from Stacy’s cooking

oh no, I mean,

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

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

curiously, “Can it

“Just take a look, and you’ll find

cooking

cookware was

needed to follow the instructions and start the

dishes with a

it from a small pig or

a half spoonfuls of soy sauce… Should it be

small or large piece? How much

from the sweet potatoes, causing the cooking process to come

virtual assistant, looked distressed and said, “Master, Stacy doesn’t understand any

furrowed his brow and made some adjustments to

and said, “You should use a big piece

her small hands to

one you normally

just a small drop. Pinch them and it’s about