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

and pondered, saying, “I’m afraid he

the type of person to dedicate his entire life to the laboratory and devote himself solely

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 the laboratory, you will be responsible for further development and promotion of

head and pretended to sigh,

Darwin lingered behind, his eyes

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

this remarkable virtual assistant would

market, young individuals living alone would have their 24-hour assistants, the elderly in need of constant

the pioneer of human

excitement, Darwin left hastily, ready to seize the opportunity

in suppressing his excitement and joy to notice it… and he

shadow over him, its enormous mouth having already

…

she noticed that Max was

siblings were still fast asleep, exhausted from playing late at

nowhere to be

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

Lilly mentioned that what was missing from Stacy’s cooking was Grandma’s

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

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

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

head and asked curiously, “Can it really taste like

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

was cooking with the

was equipped with

to follow the instructions and

observed the new dishes with

piece of pork… Is it from a

sauce… Should it be a

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

rose from the sweet potatoes,

looked distressed and said, “Master, Stacy

furrowed his brow and made some adjustments

“You should use

her small hands to

spatula is the one you

just a small drop. Pinch them