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"Mayor Ding, these pots are the ones I recently raised. Their names are Long Fengxiang, but these branches don't look like dragons. These branches look like phoenixes, and they're all grown on a rhododendron. This name isn't too bad, isn't it a bit tacky?" Zhao Huasheng pointed to a row of his finished azaleas on a shelf.

"Old Zhao, how can you call this vulgar? Vulgar is fine