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

<passage>:
I The real trouble was that Jorgenson saw things as a business man does. But also, and contradictorily, he saw them as right and just, or as wrong and intolerable. As a business man, he should have kept his mind on business and never bothered about Ganti. As a believer in right and wrong, it would have been wiser for him to have stayed off the planet Thriddar altogether. Thriddar was no place for him, anyhow you look at it. On this particular morning it was especially the wrong place for him to be trying to live and do business. He woke up thinking of Ganti, and in consequence he was in a bad mood Thriddar. Most of them wanted to use missile weapons—which the Thrid did not use—to change the local social system. Most humans got off Thriddar—fast! And boiling mad. Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and come up with intolerable convictions. But they were intelligent enough. didn't have missile weapons and they did have a social system that humans simply couldn't accept—even though it applied only to Thrid. The ordinary Thrid, with whom Jorgenson did business, weren't bad people. It was the officials who made him grind his teeth. And though Jorgenson went out, scowling, and exchanged the customary ceremonial Jorgenson reflected sourly that the governors and the rulers of the The high official rolled up the scroll, while Jorgenson exploded inside. A part of this was reaction as a business man. A part was recognition of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have not have left any trade-goods behind—and left the Grand Panjandrum to realize what he had lost when no off-planet goods arrived on Thriddar. In time he'd speak and say and observe that he, out of his generosity, gave the loot back. Then the trading could resume. But Jorgenson didn't feel only like a business man this morning. He thought of Ganti, who was a particular case of everything he disliked on Thriddar. It was not wise to be moved by such sympathetic feelings. The Grand contradict him. It could even be dangerous. Jorgenson was in a nasty Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said Jorgenson. "Like hell you will!" Jorgenson stamped into the trading-post building. His eyes were stormy Jorgenson laid the matter indignantly before him, repeating the exact was true. It couldn't be otherwise! If the trading company wanted to give itself to him, there was nothing to be done. It wanted to! The Grand Panjandrum had said so! "This," he raged, "this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's nobody who can't be wrong!" When Jorgenson opened a door to kick him out of it, the whole staff of Jorgenson swore impartially at all of them and turned the shocker-field against a multitude. As a business man, he'd acted very foolishly. But he'd acted even less sensibly as a human being. He'd gotten fed up with a social system and a—call it—theology it wasn't his business to change. True, the Thrid way of life was appalling, and what had happened to Ganti was probably typical. But it wasn't Jorgenson's affair. He'd been unwise to let it disturb him. If the Thrid wanted things this way, it was their privilege. In theory, no Thrid should ever make a mistake, because he belonged to the most intelligent race in the universe. But a local governor was even more intelligent. If an ordinary Thrid challenged a local Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life. There'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He believed that Ganti could learn to run the trading post without human supervision. If he could, the trading company could simply bring trade goods to Thriddar and take away other trade goods. The cost of doing business would be decreased. There could be no human-Thrid friction. Jorgenson had been training Ganti for this work. But the local Thrid governor had spoken and said and observed that Jorgenson had fumed—but not as a business man—when the transfer took Jorgenson couldn't find out what had become of him. Dour reflection on Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made an angry, dogged resolution to do something permanent to make matters better. For the Thrid themselves. Here he thought not as a business man only, but as a humanitarian. As both. When a whim of the Grand Panjandrum could ruin a business, something should be done. And when And Jorgenson was slated to vanish from sight and never again be He reflected with grim pleasure that the Grand Panjandrum would soon be in the position of a Thrid whom everybody knew was mistaken. With Jorgenson dozed lightly. Then more heavily. Then more heavily still. Jorgenson would be gone and the trading post confiscated. It would be apparently without emotion. When Jorgenson ran out of breath, the voice Jorgenson switched back to human swearing. Then he blended both rotors went on, and Jorgenson swore both as a business man and a Thrid laid Jorgenson down. at the sky. There was an impact nearby, of something dropped. Jorgenson Thrid voice—amazingly, a familiar Thrid voice—said: "This is not good, Jorgenson. Who did you contradict?" The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business man, and for whose disaster he had felt indignation as something else. Jorgenson glared around. The island was roughly one hundred feet by showed foliage of sorts. That was all. Jorgenson ground his teeth. His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make He accepted it. But Jorgenson frowned. "How'd this happen?" demanded Jorgenson the business man. Jorgenson glowered. That was his reaction as a person. Then he gestured Jorgenson ground his teeth a second time. He offered food. Jorgenson ate, scowling. Afterward, near sundown, he was the cordage with which Jorgenson had been lowered. There was the Even the dried seaweed bed was not comfortable. Jorgenson slept badly Jorgenson was physically adjusted to the island. But neither as a He racked his brains for the most preposterous or faintest hope of deliverance. There were times when as a business man he reproached himself for staying on Thriddar after he became indignant with the way the planet was governed. It was very foolish. But much more often he felt such hatred of the manners and customs of the Thrid—which had put him here—that it seemed that something must somehow be possible if only so he could take revenge. they were told by authority. It occurred to Jorgenson that on a planet Jorgenson found that a fish-fillet, strongly squeezed and wrung like a walked. If Jorgenson had been only a businessman, it would have had no particular meaning. But he was also a person, filled with hatred of the Thrid who had condemned him for life to this small island. He saw Jorgenson realized that they talked oddly. They spoke with leisurely discussing a matter that would not affect either of them. But Jorgenson That, of course, did not seem either to him or Jorgenson a reason to untwisting of more of the rope that had lowered Jorgenson. It went on

<question>:
What is Jorgenson's internal conflict at the beginning of the story?

<options>:
A He wants to leave Thriddar, but his business is too lucrative for him to abandon
B He wants to give his trading post to the Grand Pajandrum, but if he does he risks losing his friendship with Ganti
C He wants to make money from the Thrid, but doing so means he must condemn his friend Ganti
D He wants to act like a rational businessman but he feels angry at the injustices of Thriddar's society

<answer>:

D