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 issue with this

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

to dedicate his entire life to the laboratory and devote himself solely to scientific research. Such

“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

pretended to sigh, reluctantly

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

first visit to Max’s house, he had

tomorrow onward, this remarkable

24-hour assistants, the elderly in need of constant care would have their personal round-the-clock family doctors, and life would become

be the godfather propelling this technological era forward, the pioneer of human scientific and technological

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

excitement and joy to notice it… and he would not have seen it even if he paid

him, a looming ghost cast a vast shadow

…

noticed that

still fast asleep, exhausted from playing late

nowhere to

and leaned against Max, her curiosity piqued. “Uncle

what was missing from Stacy’s cooking was Grandma’s

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

“500g of pork, 10g salt, 10g soy sauce, 5g dark soy

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

and asked curiously,

replied, “Just take

was cooking with the

was equipped

needed to follow the instructions and start the

the new dishes with

it from a small pig or

Should

it a small or large piece? How much is a little pepper, star

suddenly a puff of smoke rose from the sweet potatoes,

assistant, looked distressed and said, “Master, Stacy doesn’t understand any of

made some adjustments to

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

small hands to indicate

the one you

means just a small drop.