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

and pondered,

person to dedicate his entire life to the laboratory and

of people. Once the

and pretended to

lingered behind,

visit to Max’s house, he had been captivated by

remarkable virtual assistant

technology was disseminated and 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,

forward, the pioneer of human scientific and technological civilization. His name would be etched

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

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

to him, a looming ghost cast a vast shadow over him, its

…

she noticed that Max

were still fast asleep,

nowhere to be

next to the living room and leaned

that what was

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

pork, “500g of pork, 10g salt, 10g soy

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

asked curiously, “Can it really taste

towards the kitchen and replied, “Just

kitchen, Stacy was cooking with

the cookware was

to follow the

dishes with

Is it from

soy sauce… Should it be a large spoon

or large

the sweet potatoes, causing

said, “Master, Stacy doesn’t

his brow and made

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

her small hands

spatula is the one you

just a small drop. Pinch them