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

expression and pondered, saying,

the laboratory and devote himself solely to scientific research. Such an

added, “I won’t 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

head and pretended to

the meeting was done, Darwin lingered behind,

house, he had been captivated by the charm of the

remarkable virtual assistant would

alone would have their 24-hour assistants, the elderly in need of

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

left hastily, ready to seize the opportunity that lay before

glass wall reflected a small shadowy hole, 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 vast shadow over him, its enormous mouth having already

…

up, she noticed that

were still fast asleep,

nowhere

and leaned against Max, her curiosity piqued. “Uncle Max, what

that what was missing from Stacy’s cooking was

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

for pork, “500g of pork, 10g

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

head and asked curiously, “Can it really

“Just

the kitchen, Stacy was cooking with

was equipped with

simply needed to follow the instructions and start

observed the new dishes with a

whole piece of pork… Is it from a

spoonfuls of soy sauce… Should it be a large

small or large piece? How

puff of smoke rose from the sweet potatoes, causing the cooking process to

and said, “Master,

made some adjustments to

“You should

with her small hands to

spatula is the one you normally use for

little bit means just a small drop.