Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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and eviction if he came away from this interview still unemployed. Clay, at the Association of Professional Engineers, who had set up the the hall. Mr. Lexington is expecting you." He let another bellow bounce off him as he blew out the second breath, straightened his jacket and tie, and walked in as an engineer applying "Mr. Lexington?" he said. "I'm Peter Manners. The Association—" into Hollywood's idea of an office. His eyes eventually had to move to Lexington, and they were daunted "What can you do?" asked Lexington abruptly. "No practical experience to speak of?" "Some," said Peter, stung again, this time not by a compliment. "After I got my degree, I went East for a post-graduate training program with an electrical manufacturer. I got quite a bit of experience there. The company—" "Stockpiled you," Lexington said. "Stockpiled you! How much did they pay you?" "Not very much, but we were getting the training instead of wages." "That guff about receiving training instead of wages!" said Lexington. calculus." "Just as I said—they stockpiled you, instead of using you as an engineer. They hired you at a cut wage and taught you things that would be useful only in their own company, while in the meantime you were getting weaker in the subjects you'd paid to learn. Or are you one of "Why'd you leave?" Lexington pursued, unrelenting. "I finished the course and the increase they offered on a permanent basis wasn't enough, so I went elsewhere—" "They start the talk about a shortage and then they keep it going. Why? So youngsters will take up engineering thinking they'll wind up among a "Well," said Lexington unexpectedly, "there a shortage! And the stockpiles are the ones who made it, and who keep it going! And the hell of it is that they can't stop—when one does it, they all have What makes you think you're qualified for the job I'm offering?" "You said you wanted an engineer." "And I've just proved you're less of an engineer than when you left school. I have, haven't I?" "All right, you have," Peter said angrily. "And now you're wondering why I don't get somebody fresh out of school. Right?" Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him! "Come on," said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. "I'll show Lexington paused here. "This is the bay used by the trucks arriving Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one and before Lexington could react, all three machines were moving away plant, and machines like the ones you just saw withdraw the necessary materials from stock, make the component parts, assemble them, and package the finished goods for shipment. Simultaneously, an order is they're too noisy for me to explain what's going on while we're there." Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines, each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for exact knowledge of what they were doing and the most efficient way of doing it. He wondered what would happen if one of them tried to use the same aisle they were using. He pictured a futile attempt to escape the exit, but his apprehension was unnecessary. The machines seemed to know where they were and avoided the two men, or stopped to wait for them to Back in the office section of the building, Lexington indicated a small when they walked back into Lexington's office and sat down. Lexington Finally Lexington spoke. "I know it's hard to believe, but there it is." "Hard to believe?" said Peter. "I almost can't. The trade journals run articles about factories like this one, but planned for ten, maybe twenty years in the future." "Damn fools!" exclaimed Lexington, getting part of his breath back. "They could have had it years ago, if they'd been willing to drop their idiotic notions about specialization." Lexington mopped his forehead with a large white handkerchief. business twenty years ago, using orthodox techniques. I never got through university. I took a couple of years of an arts course, and got so interested in biology that I didn't study anything else. They bounced me out of the course, and I re-entered in engineering, determined not to make the same mistake again. But I did. I got too absorbed in those parts of the course that had to do with electrical theory and lost the rest as a result. The same thing happened when I tried commerce, with accounting, so I gave up and started working for one of my competitors. It wasn't too long before I saw that the only way I could get ahead was to open up on my own." Lexington sank deeper in his chair and stared at the ceiling as he because I had just got married, and started off in a very small way. After three years, I had a fairly decent little business going, and I suppose it would have grown just like any other business, except for a strike that came along and put me right back where I started. My was killed in a car accident about then, and rightly or wrongly, that made me angrier with the union than anything else. If the union hadn't made things so tough for me from the beginning, I'd have had more time "For the next few years, I concentrated on getting rid of as many employees as I could, by replacing them with automatic machines. I'd myself, always concentrating on replacing men with machines. But it wasn't very successful. I found that the more automatic I made my plant, the lower my costs went. The lower my costs went, the more business I got, and the more I had to expand." Lexington scowled. "I got sick of it. I decided to try developing one multi-purpose control circuit that would control everything, from ordering the raw materials to shipping the finished goods. As I told you, I had taken quite an interest in biology when I was in school, knowledge, I had a few ideas on how to do it. It took me three years, but I began to see that I could develop circuitry that could remember, compare, detect similarities, and so on. Not the way they do it today, electrical signals, developed equipment to scan the units cyclically, and once I'd done that, the battle was over. "I built this building and incorporated it as a separate company, to compete with my first outfit. In the beginning, I had it rigged up to do only the manual work that you saw being done a few minutes ago in the back of this place. I figured that the best thing for me to do would be to turn the job of selling my stuff over to jobbers, leaving money." "What happened to your original company?" Peter asked. Lexington smiled. "Well, automated as it was, it couldn't compete with this plant. It gave me great pleasure, three years after this one started working, to see my old company go belly up. This company bought the old firm's equipment for next to nothing and I wound up with all my assets, but only one employee—me. "I thought everything would be rosy from that point on, but it or maybe not at all. If all the orders were out on schedule, or ahead of time, I'd press it ahead of time, or maybe twice in the same day. Pretty soon the machine got the idea. "I'll never forget the day I picked up an incoming order form from one of the western jobbers, and found that the keyboard was locked when I "Exactly!" whispered Lexington, in an almost conspiratorial tone. "I do, while the cart proceeded over to Lexington's desk. Once there, it Lexington took the coffee from the top of the car, obviously angry "Not only expensive, but stupid and impractical!" exploded Lexington. Lexington stared at his cup without touching it for a long while. Then the name Lexington, but it wasn't. My wife's name was Alexis, and it seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX

<question>:
How did Lexington come to create his factory?

<options>:
A He inherited the buildings and the base machinery in a windfall
B He converted his factory from an automotive plant
C He started from relatively little and built the operation slowly over time increasing automation capacity
D After he graduated college, he and his business partner created the first factory prototype, but eventually split the business in half and parted ways

<answer>:

C