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 with

pondered, saying,

was not the type of person to dedicate his entire life to the laboratory and devote himself solely to scientific research.

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

and pretended to

was done, Darwin lingered behind, his eyes betraying

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

this remarkable virtual assistant would

elderly in need of constant care would have their

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

hastily, ready to

reflected a small shadowy hole, but he was too absorbed in suppressing his excitement

a looming ghost cast a vast shadow over him, its enormous mouth having already swallowed his

…

woke up, she noticed

still fast asleep, exhausted from

nowhere

living room and leaned against Max, her curiosity piqued.

night, Lilly mentioned that what was

Uncle Max decided to… oh no, I mean, he borrowed

cooks’ recipe for pork, “500g of pork, 10g salt, 10g

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

asked curiously, “Can it really taste like

and replied, “Just take a look, and

the kitchen, Stacy was cooking with the

was

follow the instructions

the new dishes

Is it from a small pig

soy sauce… Should it be a large

large piece? How much is a little

crackled, and suddenly a puff of smoke rose from the sweet potatoes,

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

made some adjustments to

said, “You

her small hands to indicate

one you normally use

a small