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

a troubled expression and pondered,

the laboratory and devote himself

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 with the laboratory, you will be responsible for further development and promotion of

lowered his head and pretended to sigh,

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

Max’s house, he had been captivated

tomorrow onward, this remarkable virtual

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, and life

be the godfather propelling this technological era forward, the pioneer

ready to seize

he was too absorbed in suppressing his excitement

to him, a looming ghost cast a vast shadow over him, its enormous mouth having

…

woke up, she noticed that Max

fast asleep, exhausted from playing

nowhere

ran to the study next to the living room and leaned against Max, her curiosity piqued. “Uncle Max, what are you

that what was missing from Stacy’s cooking was

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

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

piece of pork, one and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce, half a

curiously,

and replied, “Just take

cooking with the smart pots

was equipped with

the instructions and

dishes with a

Is it from

and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce… Should

ginger… Is it a small or large piece? How much is a little pepper, star anise,

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

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

his brow and made some adjustments

Stacy’s side and said, “You

her small hands to indicate the

the one you normally

a small drop. Pinch them