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 this

a troubled expression and pondered, saying, “I’m afraid

dedicate his entire life to the laboratory and devote

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

pretended

done, Darwin lingered behind, his eyes betraying a barely

house, he had been

tomorrow onward, this remarkable virtual assistant would

the elderly in need of constant care

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

excitement, Darwin left hastily, ready to seize the opportunity that lay

but he was too absorbed in suppressing his excitement and joy to notice it… and he would not have seen it even if he paid

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

…

up, she noticed that

still fast asleep, exhausted from playing

nowhere to be

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

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

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

of pork, 10g salt, 10g soy

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

asked curiously, “Can

glanced towards the kitchen and replied, “Just take a

kitchen, Stacy was cooking with the smart

was equipped with smart

the instructions

dishes with a

it from a small pig or

soy sauce… Should it

a small or large

the sweet potatoes, causing

the virtual assistant, looked distressed and said,

and made some adjustments to the

side and said, “You should use a big piece of pork,

gestured with her small hands to indicate the

one you normally use for

a small drop. Pinch them and it’s