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

pondered, saying, “I’m afraid

the laboratory and devote himself solely

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

pretended to sigh, reluctantly

behind, his eyes betraying a barely perceptible

to Max’s house, he had been captivated by the charm

remarkable virtual assistant would be

need of constant care would have their personal round-the-clock family doctors, and life would become more convenient in

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

hastily, ready to seize the opportunity

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

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

…

she noticed that Max was

asleep,

nowhere to

room and leaned against

what was

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

“500g of pork, 10g salt,

a half spoonfuls of soy sauce, half a piece of ginger, some pepper,

and asked curiously, “Can

towards the kitchen and replied, “Just take a look, and you’ll find

the kitchen, Stacy was cooking

cookware was equipped with smart

follow the instructions and

dishes

from a small pig or a large

half spoonfuls of soy sauce… Should it be a

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

suddenly a puff of smoke rose from the sweet potatoes,

virtual assistant, looked distressed and said,

brow and made some adjustments to the

said, “You should use a big piece

small hands to indicate the

is the one

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