Watson suddenly said, "We don't necessarily need a whole peach tree. As long as we have an intact section of a branch or root, we have a way to grow a new one."
The President gave a bitter laugh. Did that make any difference?
Just then, Rick spoke up from beside him. "Mr. President, finding a whole peach tree might be difficult, but if all we need is a branch, that should be doable."
"Oh? You can get one?" the President asked in surprise.
"I only think it might be possible," Rick said. "I can't guarantee anything."
"Tell us what you have in mind," the President said.
Rick immediately laid out his strategy in detail, and everyone present nodded as they listened.
Although the Americans' carrier fleet kept cruising nearby, Gold Island never stopped moving southeast.
Throughout the journey, the United States' carrier fleet looked almost as though it were escorting the island.
Two days later, Commander Rick finally set foot on Gold Island again.
"Mr. Difu, I'm terribly sorry. We did everything we could to search, but we still couldn't find a peach tree of the same variety as yours," Rick said, his face full of regret.
Difu wore an expression that said he had expected this all along. "Of course you couldn't find one! Our boss went through countless hardships to cultivate this peach tree."
Rick said bitterly, "Mr. Difu, how about this? We'll restore all the other plants, and we're willing to pay compensation for this peach tree. Ten million for the tree. What do you think?"
"No deal!" Difu replied bluntly.
Rick gave a strained smile. "Mr. Difu, the compensation terms you gave us earlier are far too unreasonable. There must be at least ten thousand plants in this damaged area."
"We already counted them