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

<passage>:
Keep your nerve, Peter Manners told himself it's only a job. But nerve has to rest on a sturdier foundation than cash reserves just above zero and eviction if he came away from this interview still unemployed. appointment, hadn't eased Peter's nervousness by admitting, "I don't know what in hell he's looking for. He's turned down every man we've betray overeagerness. Peter stood in front of the Lex Industries plant Something else was wrong. Peter looked for minutes before he found out Staring back at the last blank wall, Peter suddenly remembered the time he had set out to kill. He looked at his watch and gasped. At a run, He went through it with his composure slipping still further from his grip. This was no way to go into an interview, but doors kept opening before and shutting after him, until only one was left, and the last of Peter found himself leaping obediently toward the doorway. He stopped straightened his jacket and tie, and walked in as an engineer applying He was a huge man behind an even huger desk. Peter took a chair in But then Peter came out of his momentary flinch, and there was an age Peter started, opened his mouth to answer, closed it again. He'd been "Not enough to matter," Peter said, stung by the compliment. "I'm applying for a job as engineer." Peter looked for a hidden trap, found none. "Of course. Isn't everyone?" "Thanks," said Peter, and waited for the next fast ball. "Some," said Peter, stung again, this time not by a compliment. "After an electrical manufacturer. I got quite a bit of experience there. The company—" "Stockpiled you," Lexington said. Peter blinked. "Sir?" "Stockpiled you! How much did they pay you?" "Not very much, but we were getting the training instead of wages." "Did that come out of the pamphlets they gave you?" "Well, nothing we did on the course involved higher mathematics," Peter admitted cautiously, "and I suppose I could use a refresher course in 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 "I worked my way through," said Peter stiffly. get a job with someone else?" Peter considered his answer carefully. Every man the Association had sent had been turned away. That meant bluffs didn't work. Neither, he'd scared to take on an engineer's job, for fear you'd be asked to do something you'd forgotten how to do. At that point, they could take you out of the stockpile, put you in just about any job they wanted, at any wage you'd stand for, and they'd have an indentured worker with a degree—but not the price tag. You see that now?" It made Peter feel he had been suckered, but he had decided to play "Why'd you leave?" Lexington pursued, unrelenting. Peter swallowed. "I thought it would be easier to get a job than it has "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 stockpiling outfit?" "That's right." "Well," said Lexington unexpectedly, "there is 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 to, or their costs get out of line and they can't compete. What's the "I don't know," Peter said. What makes you think you're qualified for the job I'm offering?" "You said you wanted an engineer." "All right, you have," Peter said angrily. "And now you're wondering why I don't get somebody fresh out of school. Peter straightened up and met the old man's challenging gaze. "That and Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him! "Then what am I after?" "At least I can face knowing how much I don't know," said Peter, "if Peter stared his disbelief. Automated plants were nothing new, but goods. "Come on," said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. "I'll show you." The office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the disorganized machinery, Peter noticed that the factory lights high reached a large door which Peter recognized as the inside of the truck exactly. Then the door opens and the truck is unloaded by these materials handling machines." Peter didn't see him touch anything, but as he spoke, three glistening formation and stopped there, apparently waiting to be inspected. They gave Peter the creeps. Simple square boxes, set on casters, with fashioned much like human arms, hung at the sides, not limply, but in a relaxed position that somehow indicated readiness. to attend to mysterious duties of their own. Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of replaced by one of anger. He said nothing, however, and led Peter to a large bay where racks of steel plate, bar forms, nuts, bolts, and other materials were stored. "After unloading a truck, the machines check the shipment, report any shortages or overages, and store the materials here," he said, the trace of anger not yet gone from his voice. "When an order is received, it's translated into the catalogue numbers used internally within the 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 sent to the billing section to bill the customer, and an order is sent to our trucker to come and pick the shipment up. Meanwhile, if the withdrawal of the materials required has depleted our stock, the purchasing section is instructed to order more raw materials. I'll take you through the manufacturing and assembly sections right now, but Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines, or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for something to do. The two-armed manipulators Peter had just seen were that was laboring beside him at the moment. Nervously, he looked for an asked Peter, trying to shake off the feeling of open amazement that The shock of what he had just seen was showing plainly on Peter's face sagging and pale. Peter didn't trust himself to speak, and let the "Hard to believe?" said Peter. "I almost can't. The trade journals run articles about factories like this one, but planned for ten, maybe Apparently the walk through the factory had tired him considerably, although it hadn't been strenuous. in contrast with the overbearing manner he had used upon Peter's arrival. "You know what we make, of course." "Yes, sir. Conduit fittings." got so interested in biology that I didn't study anything else. tried commerce, with accounting, so I gave up and started working for because I had just got married, and started off in a very small way. multi-purpose control circuit that would control everything, from ordering the raw materials to shipping the finished goods. As I told 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 "What happened to your original company?" Peter asked. 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 "I—I don't understand," stammered Peter. silently into the room. Stopping in front of Peter, it waited until he Peter looked for the speaker in the side of the cart, saw nothing, and Peter looked at his, which was eggshell thin, fluted with carving and Peter searched for a comment, found none that fitted this odd outburst, "It sounds wonderful, sir," said Peter, feeling dazzled.

<question>:
Why was Peter looking for a job?

<options>:
A He had just finished school
B He wanted to make more money
C He got fired
D He was stockpiled

<answer>:

B