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"Hello, everyone."
"Manager Shao."
"This is one of our employees at the Wanfu. His name is Xu Hao."
"I looked into it just now based on what you told me, and found this Xu Hao."
"Is this the Buddha's head?"
"Yes. Manager Shao, Mr. Xu, please sit."
"Thank you."
"Th-thank you."
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"Ahem. I heard this caused quite a stir, and that it was connected to the history of our Green Tea Estate?"
"That's right."
"Xu Hao, don't be afraid. Just tell us what you know. You're not the one who... Well, just tell us what you know."
"Oh, okay. Um... My family—I think it was my great-great-grandfather's generation—were artisans. I'm not sure exactly what they did. Maybe... maybe they carved stone. We have this... um, stone that's been passed down in our family. It's about this big, and it was chiseled off a wall. It has carvings on it, kind of like the walls you see in historical relics. My grandfather said there used to be a whole wall, but this is all that's left now."
"Xu Hao, tell us about the Buddha's head and the monks. There's no need to go into all that."
"It's all right, Manager Shao. Mr. Xu can tell us whatever comes to mind."
"Oh, oh... Um, I don't know about the Buddha's head. My grandfather never mentioned it. He... I remember him talking about monks, but not in a good way. He called them bald donkeys... He said some pretty nasty things. I don't know why. After my grandfather passed away, they built a temple here, right? My dad was still alive then, and he said, if my grandfather were still around, he'd rush over and curse them out. I think something happened to my family a long time ago, several