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 with

expression and pondered,

laboratory and devote himself solely to scientific research.

“I won’t 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,

pretended to sigh, reluctantly replying,

lingered behind, his eyes betraying a barely

he had been captivated by the

onward, this remarkable virtual

of constant care would have their personal round-the-clock family doctors, and life

the pioneer of human scientific and technological civilization. His name would be etched

left hastily, ready to seize the opportunity that lay

laboratory’s glass wall reflected a small shadowy hole, but he was too absorbed in suppressing his excitement and joy to notice it… and he would not

a vast shadow over him, its enormous mouth having

…

up, she noticed that Max was

fast asleep, exhausted from playing late at

was nowhere to be

to the living room and leaned

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

I mean, he borrowed Grandma’s recipes and uploaded

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

one and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce, half a

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

glanced towards the kitchen and replied, “Just take a look, and you’ll find

Stacy was cooking with the smart pots

cookware was

simply needed to follow the

dishes with a blank

whole piece of pork… Is it from a small pig or a

half spoonfuls of soy sauce… Should it be a large spoon or a small

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

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

looked distressed and said, “Master,

and made some adjustments to the

to Stacy’s side and said, “You

her small hands to

is the one you normally use

means just a small drop. Pinch