Before leaving Watson's villa, Han Weifei, the Secretary General of the United Congress, specially asked Watson:
"My friend, let's start tomorrow. I'm really pissed off by this."
Watson stood up slowly, shrugged and spread out his hands, looking embarrassed,
"Oh, no, Secretary General, we can't be in a hurry."
"It's not that I'm not in a hurry. It's... I mean the best time for salvage has passed. The season is not right."
Hearing this, Han Weifei's eyes became strange. He got angry:
"Watson. What do you mean? Didn't you promise me just now?"
"What? Are you going to go back on your words?"
Watson laughed and stepped forward with his hands in his pockets. "Secretary General, you're overthinking!"
"If I were cheat you, who would do business with me?"
"Please trust me. The whirlpool at the bottom of the sea will be bigger and bigger in this season. I will adjust the time at any time, but it must not be now."