Seeing the Yan family's nonchalant attitude, Yang Tao felt that Yan Bugui deserved his bad luck this time. To avoid causing unnecessary trouble for Wei Hua, Yang Tao took the child and left the courtyard.

Who knows when Yan Bugui will face retribution? If we arrive too late, our own family will also be implicated.

Seeing Yang Tao leave the courtyard, the Yan family members were somewhat worried. But considering Wei Hua's usual character, not many people really cared. It was just riding Wei Hua's bicycle; it wasn't like they weren't going to return it.

As soon as Yang Tao arrived at the neighborhood office, she explained what had happened. The neighborhood office mainly dealt with this kind of thing by issuing a reprimand and education. Now that Yan Bugui had forcibly borrowed the bicycle, she could only wait until he got off work in the afternoon to have him return it.

"Comrade Yang Tao, we are aware of what you've said. We will have someone go to the courtyard to handle this matter this evening."

Yang Tao didn't take what the street office staff said seriously. The main reason she came to the street office was because she was afraid that this matter would implicate her family.

Now that the neighborhood committee knows about this, whatever happens to Yan Bugui has nothing to do with the Wei family. After all, they didn't lend the bicycle to Yan Bugui.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Yan Bugui stole a bicycle. It's already generous of them not to hold Yan Bugui responsible; he shouldn't bear any responsibility whatsoever.

Back in the courtyard house, Yang Tao continued to take care of the child at home as usual. When she had free time, she would chat with Yu Li and Qin Jingru. She didn't take the matter seriously at all.

Sometimes, she would even help Qin Jingru with some handicrafts, along with Yu Li. Wei Hua, who was far away at the steel rolling mill, didn't take it seriously.

Wei Hua was very pleased with the reward, as the system hadn't given such a generous reward in a long time.

This time, the system didn't reward any health points or anything like that. Instead, it rewarded some rather valuable items. The system only gave three things this time, but each one was extraordinary. One was a Chinese operating system, and the other was 21st-century computer manufacturing technology and production lines.

These two technologies alone could create several of the world's richest people. The third technology is even more terrifying; it's actually the mobile phone manufacturing technology of a certain brand in the 21st century.

Although it's just a no-name brand, its technology is decades ahead of its time. Being one step ahead is genius; if they continue to increase their research, it will definitely become a major brand in the future.

It's a pity that these technologies can't be made available for the next decade or so. But after the reform and opening up, these will be the capital for our rise.

It seems the system is preparing to enter the software market. I wonder if Bill Gates could still be the world's richest man in his era with a Chinese operating system? Perhaps in the future, all computers will have to use domestically produced operating systems. The thought of foreigners using Chinese software makes Wei Hua smile involuntarily.

Wei Hua decided to trigger more system tasks in the future, hoping that he could use these technologies to continuously hold foreign companies back. He also wanted to let others know what it felt like to be held hostage.

But now Wei Hua was more curious about what kind of punishment Yan Jiegui would receive. Jia Zhangshi and the others were struck by lightning for stealing a little something. Yan Jiegui, on the other hand, stole a bicycle and triggered a devastating blow.

The last 10,000x critical hit seems to have been triggered by Jia Dongxu. Because of that, Jia Dongxu drowned in the river. Wei Hua desperately wanted to go to the school to see what was going to happen to Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui, who taught at the school, had no idea that Wei Hua was thinking about him. After class at noon, Yan Bugui pushed Wei Hua's bicycle, which Wei Hua had only recently bought, home from work.

Because of an injury to one foot, Yan Bugui's cycling is not particularly convenient. He basically uses one foot to exert force, with the other foot serving as a support.

The feeling of a new bike is just different from an old one. Thinking about his bicycle, which rattled everywhere except for the bell, Yan Bugui felt extremely annoyed.

The thought of that old, broken bicycle made Yan Bugui very angry, so he slapped Weihua's new bicycle. But because he hit it too hard, the handlebars made a sharp 90-degree turn.

Fortunately, this wasn't a downhill section, and the brakes were quite responsive, so Yan Bugui only fell off his bicycle.

Having learned his lesson, Yan Bugui dared not take his anger out on the car again. Fortunately, the car was quite sturdy, and apart from a little scratch on the paint, it remained undamaged.

Yan Bugui was quite distressed to see that the car had a small scratch on its paint. He worried that if Wei Hua found out, he might have to pay for it.

To avoid losing money, Yan Bugui decided to look for furniture makers along the way, since they would definitely have paint. The car was black, and Yan Bugui immediately thought of coffins, because coffin shops would definitely have black paint.

Everyone had gone to eat by then, and neither the furniture store nor the coffin shop was open. Generally, no one steals these things; to steal them, you need to have a car and people in hand first. Otherwise, one or two people simply can't steal these items.

Yan Bugui wasn't there to steal furniture; he just wanted some black lacquer. Seeing that the coffin shop was empty, he didn't care, took a small half-bucket of lacquer, hung it on his bicycle, and rode away.

After walking a distance, Yan Bugui brushed the chipped paint twice, then picked up a small bucket of paint and prepared to return to the courtyard house.

Everything was normal until, while going downhill, Yan Bugui ran over a small pebble, causing his bicycle to lurch. Paint from the paint bucket splattered onto his glasses. Yan Bugui was already nearsighted, so he tried to wipe them with his sleeve, but the more he wiped, the blurrier his glasses became.

Soon, Yan Bugui's glasses lost their original function. Having no other option, Yan Bugui could only temporarily remove them, planning to wash them at home before wearing them again.

But as soon as Yan Bugui took off his glasses, he heard a series of horn blares. With his vision blurred, Yan Bugui had no idea what was happening.

Even with people calling out to Yan Bugui, he still couldn't see what was in front of him. When Yan Bugui finally saw it, he was terrified. He hadn't expected the truck to be less than 10 meters away. Luckily, the truck driver slowed down, or he would have been killed.

Having escaped unscathed, Yan Bugui immediately turned the corner. But as soon as he turned, he noticed another truck behind the first one, which was about to overtake him.

Yan Bugui was so frightened that he wet himself. Fortunately, the truck driver braked in time, preventing the truck from running over Yan Bugui.

To avoid being hit by the truck, Yan Jiegui could only pedal forward with all his might. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as he pedaled. Yan Jiegui decided to clean his glasses first; otherwise, he would be completely blind.

Before Yan Bugui could even get his glasses, he dashed out from the roadside. If there hadn't been anything below, it would have been fine, but unfortunately, there was a lime pit nearby.

To turn limestone into lime, it must be soaked in water. The temperature in the lime pit is frighteningly high, almost the same as in a steel mill's iron-making furnace. Yan Bugui rushed directly down the hillside to the lime pit. The car was smashed to pieces, and Yan Bugui himself tumbled several times before rolling into the lime pit.

Yan Bugui screamed in agony as soon as he fell into the lime pit. Fortunately, the limestone had been put in that morning, but even so, the temperature in the lime pit was much hotter than boiling water.

Upon hearing Yan Bugui's cries, the people nearby quickly pulled him out. But when he emerged, Yan Bugui had already fainted.

With such a big incident, the people nearby could only call the police. Even the two truck drivers didn't dare to leave, fearing they would be arrested by the police.

When the police arrived at the scene, they first took Yan Bugui to the hospital, while the other half began investigating the incident. They quickly discovered the bicycle nearby, along with the paint on it. They also found a pair of glasses stained with paint near the bicycle.

Based on the statements of the two truck drivers, the police quickly reached their conclusion. It was likely that the cyclist had accidentally gotten paint on his glasses, which was why he couldn't see the truck in front of him.

In a panic, he rushed off the road and accidentally fell into a lime pit. Regardless of the exact details, the police took everyone's statements. Having obtained the detailed addresses of the other residents, the police pushed the nearly unusable bicycle back to the station and then went to the hospital to check on Yan Bugui's condition.

Fortunately, Yan Bugui didn't plunge into the lime pit along with his vehicle; he slipped and rolled in. Aside from his feet being completely scalded, he wasn't seriously injured. At most, he only suffered minor burns.

Because the lime pit was too hot, Yan Bugui's feet had already been scalded. The doctors had no choice but to amputate both of his legs.