Just when Clarkson was about to open his mouth, Mrs. Jones glared, but Clarkson had no choice but to put down the form and walked out of the office in dejection amidst the ridicule of Leonardo, West, and Ernes.

Mrs. Jones chatted with Leon and the others for a while, and told the three of them to tell reporters more about the two thousand two hundred pumpkins later. "Yes, ma'am."

The three of them walked out of the office and laughed when they saw excited Clarkson sitting on the chair. "God, the eleven hundred dollar bonus is so wonderful. Ernie, how should we spend it."

"I think I'm going to Lister Street. Poor Clarkson, how long has it been since you've been there?" Ernie said with a smile.

"Maybe, three years?" West, laughing, walked out the door

"Damn bastards, you'll see how lucky I Clarkson is, eleven hundred dollars, three people, I Clarkson have twelve hundred and fifty dollars, God, if only Mrs. Jones sees it."

"Clarkson, damn, what is this?"

In the office, Mrs. Jones saw Clarkson handing over the referee form. There was actually a promotion number in area D. How is that possible? Damn it, this guy has lost his mind. Keeping area D will increase the cost by thousands of dollars.

"Damn bastard, you don't get a penny."

When filling out the form, Mrs. Jones had no choice but to enter it. After all, the organizing committee did not have the final say alone, although those old guys were always reluctant to come forward.

"Post it." Jones gritted his teeth, but he had to do it. He participated in the second round of the list. When the list was posted, Leonardo and the other two were being interviewed by a small radio station in Los Angeles.

"Zone D, how is this possible?"

The three of them couldn't believe it when they saw the list posted. The referees in other districts were stunned. How could there be a giant pumpkin weighing more than a thousand pounds in District D? Isn't this a joke?
Chapter completed!