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.

they saw no issue

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

was not the type of person to dedicate his entire life to the laboratory and devote himself solely

position. Tomorrow, I’ll go to Max’s house with a team of people. Once the

head and pretended to

Darwin lingered behind, his eyes betraying a barely

he had been captivated

tomorrow onward, this remarkable virtual assistant would be

need of constant care would have

propelling this technological era forward, the pioneer of human scientific and technological civilization.

hastily, ready to seize the opportunity

glass wall reflected a small shadowy hole, but he was too absorbed in suppressing his excitement and joy to notice it… and he

to him, a looming ghost cast a vast shadow over him, its

…

Lilly woke up, she noticed that Max

were still fast asleep, exhausted from playing late at

nowhere

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

that what was missing from Stacy’s cooking was

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

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

of soy sauce, half a piece

asked curiously, “Can it

“Just take a look, and

cooking with the smart pots

the cookware was equipped with

the instructions and

observed the new dishes with

Is it from a small pig or a large

and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce… Should it be a

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

crackled, and suddenly a puff of smoke rose from the sweet potatoes, causing the

and said, “Master, Stacy

his brow and made some adjustments to the

to Stacy’s side and said, “You should use a big piece of pork, like

small hands

one

bit means just a small drop. Pinch them and