Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Mr. Martin opposed Max’s suggestion of copying the lab’s materials.

Even though it was not their possession, it was now in their hands!

Max retorted, “Why the rush, Mr. Martin? I mentioned making a copy, not taking everything. The original data will remain in the lab. Are you afraid that your talented researchers won’t be able to make any progress without relying on the work of others?”

It was a cutting remark that hit its mark.

Unintentionally adding fuel to the fire, Lilly asked, “Uncle Max, do they have any talented individuals?”

They don’t even know the alphabet, I doubt they have any talents at all.

Perhaps Josh is more capable than all of them combined…

Mr. Martin seethed with anger. Did Max think they could not do it without him?

Who did Max think he was? Even if he decided to leave, did he think he could achieve anything on his own by taking away the materials?

The cost of this project was immense, not just in terms of finances but also human resources.

Having enough talented individuals was crucial to sustaining the project’s progress.

They refused to believe that other researchers would follow Max if he decided to leave. If so, he would be a laughingstock to them!

“Fine!” Mr. Martin declared, “It’s just copying the data. We can do that.”

Initially, he had intended to retain Max. The copying of the data was merely a bargaining chip. Of course, they did not want Max to leave.

But their patience was wearing thin.

Moreover, the virtual assistant project was the most profitable endeavor currently.

After considering the advantages and disadvantages, they chose to let go of Max.

Max nodded and responded, “Alright, let’s move on to the third condition.”

Mr. Young chimed in, surprised, “There’s a third condition?”

Max added, “I have already given you three virtual assistants, so it’s fair to have three conditions, right?”

Mr. Martin grew more frustrated, retorting, “So what will you give us later? Just the three virtual assistants? Technology? Information? Design drawings? Will you give us everything?”

Max nodded decisively, saying, “Yes, all the technology related to virtual assistants. Without this foundational support, virtual assistants cannot exist.”

Mr. Martin, despite his initial annoyance, could not help but think about the offer.

technology behind virtual assistants sounded promising to

may take time to yield results, but virtual

and after five years, they would undoubtedly be able

Mr. Martin

or three years to obtain approval for acquiring a piece of equipment. However, the

that I can no longer stay with your group. If I choose to leave, I

Martin and Mr. Young remained

extra funds

have been able to afford

and Mr. Young discussed in low voices for a while before asking,

it. I won’t take a single screw away if

and

considered the conditions, they seemed reasonable, but when viewed collectively, it appeared that Max might be setting a

“Uncle Max,

The temptation isn’t enough!

capital begins to take risks; at 100 percent, it becomes bold enough to disregard human laws; and when profits reach 300

show them our

had been carrying and placed it on

the box and switched on the lights, the office

considering the other conditions, this holographic technology alone had enormous potential for development

the entire house, it’s a simple setup. Take

in awe at the virtual world surrounding them. How could this

head, pretending she had never seen

her hand, three

saw them, her eyes widened, and she was

from Tinkerbell, who looked normal, the other two were far from

was dressed in black silk and a professional suit, with a very short skirt that revealed

was styled in wavy

wedding dress, now wore a pink neon feather coat that exposed

was taken aback, and she covered her

Max coughed, “Ahem…”

Max, I didn’t… it

Lilly’s eyes, cautioned,

Lilly thought to herself…

Why?

that when we came to Uncle

look at her like

mind was filled with numerous

prototypes I eliminated during the design process. Before I came here, I

ghost imitated Stacy’s pleasant expression and said with a sweet smile, “Master, my

round-the-clock services for food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Whatever my master asks