Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

In Mr. Martin's office, Max covered Lilly's eyes, and Lilly covered Tinkerbell's eyes.

The two young ones blinked innocently.

Tinkerbell whispered, “Lilly, what are they doing? Should | go up and talk to them too?” Lilly replied in a hushed tone, “No need. Michael said you don’t have to worry about anything, just answer when someone asks you.” Tinkerbell nodded obediently.

The harem spirit enjoyed the freedom of her performance.

If it were not for the circumstances, she would have been more flamboyant. After all, no one could touch her, and she loved playing pranks when she got bored.

The harem spirit had become accustomed to her ghostly existence and floated away.

The bridal ghost also glided past.

“Master... what can | assist you with? Dahlia can make coffee for you... My apologies, Dahlia cannot detect the coffee machine system. Please install the coffee machine system, master.” Mr. Martin replied, “Okay, okay...” The harem spirit continued, “Master, would you like a massage service?... Oh, the smart sofa system hasn't been detected. I'm sorry, Dahlia can’t massage you. Please install the smart sofa system, master.” Max simply gazed at the black box in front of him and casually remarked, “Virtual assistants may possess intelligence, but they also rely on the environment to fulfill their role.” “Otherwise, they're no different from the smart assistants on our phones.” Mr. Martin stared at the “virtual assistant” in front of him, feeling an itch of desire. He wished he could install it right away and enjoy the services...

He finally realized the rarity of the advanced technology in Max’s house and felt the urge to buy Max's house for 200 million dollars.

Max coughed and nodded, saying, “Very well, but...” Mr. Martin glanced at the harem spirit and the bridal ghost who were both floating and asked, “Why do they float when they walk?” Max remained silent, as did Lilly, the harem spirit, and the bridal ghost.

After a moment of silence, Max maintained his composure and said, “That's what | call a design flaw. There was a bug that occurred during the design process. To fix it, | would have to rewrite the entire code and rebuild them from scratch. It might be better to redesign them altogether.” Mr. Martin and Mr. Young suddenly understood him.

Of course, Max could not give them something perfect from the beginning.

But the fact that they floated while walking was just a minor issue.

It did not affect anything! Max continued, “Now, can we talk about the three conditions?” Mr. Young cautiously responded, “It does feel a bit awkward to combine all three conditions...” Max snapped the black box shut, causing the harem spirit, the bridal ghost, and Tinkerbell to disappear.

“If that's the case, then there’s nothing to discuss. | won't compromise on any of my three conditions. In the worst-case scenario, I'll just continue to stay in the lab. No one can interfere with me.” Mr. Martin and Mr. Young were taken aback by Max’s firm refusal to negotiate with them.

“Alright!” Mr. Martin gritted his teeth and said, “But you must provide the group with all the information about the box in your hand and the virtual assistants first...” Max pulled out a contract with a blank expression and said, “If that’s what it takes, then the information should be provided to us.

If you agree, sign the contract. This will be our agreement. Once the contract is signed, we will proceed according to its terms.” Mr. Martin and Mr. Young realized that Max did not trust them at all.

The two carefully examined the contract and, once satisfied that it matched Max's statements earlier, they signed it.

Max also signed the contract, glanced at it briefly, and placed the black box on the table.

Lilly mentioned that the black box should be positioned in front of them, and within its range of approximately 1000 square feet, anyone who was near would see ghosts.

“The box is all yours,” Max stated. “This is the disk for the three virtual individuals. They can now only appear within the range of their respective disks and receive signals within approximately 1000 square feet.” Mr. Young retrieved the box.

Max took Lilly's hand and said, “Let's go.” Just as they reached the door, Max suddenly paused. “Oh, by the way, I'm resigning today. I've already submitted my resignation letter.” He left without looking back.

Mr. Martin and Mr. Young exchanged glances, watching Max leave, and felt like they lost someone valuable.

But upon closer reflection, Max was not the only one with talent.

There were plenty of talented people, and with sufficient financial resources, finding talents everywhere was not difficult.

“Open it up and take a look!” Mr. Martin impatiently urged. “Call Darwin immediately!” Mr. Young nodded in agreement.

Mr. Martin opened the box and followed Max's instructions to turn it on.

Once again, the office was enveloped in lights and shadows, and the two virtual assistants reappeared.

The two tested it out and discovered that no matter what they said, the virtual assistants could talk to them.

Moreover, the artificial intelligence chat was far from the robotic responses of a typical voice assistant. The virtual assistants displayed emotions and thoughts, just like real people.

Mr. Martin and Mr. Young were filled with excitement. As titans in the technology field, they understood the immense significance of this breakthrough.

It was not an exaggeration to say that the future of humanity would be different.

At that moment, Darwin rushed over and was utterly stunned when he saw the virtual assistants in the office.

“Max... created three other virtual assistants?!” Simultaneously, the harem spirit was equally stunned when she spotted Darwin. She could not help but think to herself...

What in the world? There's a ghost on this person's head! Fortunately, the cowardly ghost had taken precautions. They wore special talismans that made them visible only to those within range of the black box. Otherwise, their nature would be exposed.

They almost exposed themselves.

When the harem spirit and the others saw Darwin, the malignant spirit on his head grew wary.

Are they virtual assistants? Is this a joke? They're ghosts! No... They're ghost generals! The malignant spirit on Darwin’s head swelled with energy, ready to escape at any moment. However, he soon realized that the harem spirit did not seem interested in him at all.

Reluctantly, the malignant spirit decided to stay put and observe the situation.

Darwin examined the black box that Max left behind, growing more and more excited as he delved into its contents.

“Yes, yes, this is it!” The black box had a display panel, allowing him to access the information inside, which included details about the virtual individuals.

“It's all here!” Darwin's hands trembled slightly. “This is... this is it!” He had previously seen these materials at Max's house. However, Darwin was unaware that Max had not shown him the complete picture. Max had intentionally hidden the most crucial information from him.

Surprisingly, due to a fortunate misunderstanding, the crisis was averted, thanks to Darwin's enthusiasm. Max had not properly organized his thoughts at the time, and it would not be fair to embarrass Darwin if he did not understand the core concept.

Mr. Martin and Mr. Young were elated by the turn of events. Mr. Martin exclaimed, “Darwin, you are now in charge of the virtual assistant project! Inmediately start building a smart house, just like the one at Max's house... All the services provided by the virtual assistants must be delivered through the futuristic house.” Mr. Young chimed in, “Yes, start right away, and I'll give you a year. Within that year, the futuristic house you construct will serve as a model home, inviting the first batch of clients to visit! Then we can proceed with market negotiations.” Filled with confidence, Darwin declared, “I don’t need a whole year. I've gone through these materials, so just give me six months!” He was certain that with half a year, he would create a world even more remarkable than what Max achieved!