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.

saw no

pondered, saying, “I’m afraid he won’t

was not the type of person to dedicate his entire life to the laboratory and devote himself solely to scientific research. Such an idealistic notion simply did not

I’ll go to Max’s house with a team of people. Once the virtual human

and pretended to sigh, reluctantly replying,

Darwin lingered behind, his

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

remarkable

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 would become more convenient in every aspect. People

this technological era forward, the pioneer of human scientific

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

his excitement and joy to notice it… and he would not have

shadow over him, its enormous mouth having

…

Lilly woke up, she noticed that Max was still

asleep, exhausted from

was nowhere to

next to the living room and leaned against Max, her curiosity piqued.

night, Lilly mentioned that what

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

of pork, 10g salt, 10g soy sauce, 5g dark soy

was, “One whole piece of pork, one and a half spoonfuls of soy

her head and asked curiously, “Can it really taste like Grandma’s

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

was cooking with the smart pots

cookware was

to follow the instructions and start

observed the new dishes

from a

and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce… Should it be a large spoon

of ginger… Is it a small or large

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

said, “Master,

made some adjustments to

Stacy’s side and said, “You should use a big piece

small

is the one

means just a small