Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

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

and pondered, saying, “I’m afraid

to dedicate his entire life to the laboratory and

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

head and pretended

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

first visit to Max’s house, he had

onward, this remarkable virtual assistant would

elderly in need of constant care would have their personal round-the-clock family

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

ready to seize the opportunity

suppressing his excitement and joy

to him, a looming ghost cast a vast shadow over

…

up, she noticed that Max was still

asleep, exhausted

was nowhere to be

room and leaned

what was

to… oh no, I mean, he borrowed Grandma’s

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

and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce, half a piece of

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

and replied, “Just take a look, and

the kitchen, Stacy was cooking with the smart pots and

cookware was

to follow the instructions

new dishes with

piece of pork… Is it from

sauce… Should

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

suddenly a puff of smoke rose from the sweet potatoes, causing the cooking process to

distressed and said, “Master, Stacy

brow and made some adjustments

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

her small hands to indicate

is the one you normally

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