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, “I’m afraid he won’t

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

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

and pretended to sigh, reluctantly replying,

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

house, he had been captivated by the charm of the

onward, this remarkable virtual assistant

would have their 24-hour assistants, the elderly in need of constant care would have their personal

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

Darwin left hastily, ready to seize the opportunity

absorbed in suppressing his excitement and joy to notice it… and he would not

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

…

noticed that Max was still

were still fast asleep, exhausted from

nowhere

hurriedly ran to the study next to the living room and leaned against Max, her curiosity

mentioned that what was missing from Stacy’s cooking

no, I mean, he borrowed Grandma’s

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

and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce, half a piece

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

replied, “Just take a look, and

cooking with the smart

cookware was equipped with

simply needed to follow the

observed the new dishes with a blank

pork… Is it from a small pig or a

Should it

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

rose from the sweet potatoes, causing

assistant, looked distressed and said, “Master, Stacy

his brow and made some adjustments

said, “You should use a big

with her small hands to indicate

spatula is the one you

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