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.

behind virtual assistants sounded promising to

may take time to yield results, but

five years, they would undoubtedly be able

Martin reluctantly conceded, gritting his

it takes two or three years to obtain approval for acquiring

stay with your group. If I choose to leave, I will

Martin and Mr. Young remained

funds

should not have been able to afford much… perhaps

while before asking, “Are you sure

replied confidently, “I have the invoices to prove it. I won’t take a single screw

Martin and Mr.

but when viewed collectively, it appeared that Max

“Uncle Max, show them our

The temptation isn’t enough!

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

them our virtual

the black box he had been carrying and placed it

complete set of equipment. When he opened the box and switched on the lights, the office was instantly

Martin and Mr. Young’s pupils contracted, realizing that even without considering the other conditions, this holographic technology alone had enormous potential for development and

are no related facilities in the entire house, it’s a simple setup. Take a

and Mr. Young looked around in awe at the virtual world surrounding them. How could this be

her head, pretending she had never seen anything

three “virtual assistants”

when Lilly saw them, her eyes widened,

normal, the other

a professional suit,

styled in

ghost, who had always been in a red wedding dress, now wore a pink neon feather coat that exposed her shoulders and chest, with a very short skirt. It was ancient clothing, like

aback, and she covered her mouth

Max coughed, “Ahem…”

innocently and replied, “Uncle Max, I didn’t… it has nothing to do with

Lilly’s eyes,

Lilly thought to herself…

Why?

like that when we came

at her

mind was filled with

three virtual assistants are the prototypes I eliminated during the design process. Before I came here,

ghost imitated Stacy’s pleasant expression and said with a sweet smile, “Master, my name is Dahlia, and I’m your

for food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Whatever

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