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

<passage>:
The Thrid were the wisest creatures in space—they even said so themselves! The real trouble was that Jorgenson saw things as a business man does. 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 He woke up thinking of Ganti, and in consequence he was in a bad mood right away. Most humans couldn't take the sort of thing that went on on 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 Panjandrum—the term was Jorgenson's own for the supreme ruler over suspicious at once. The words of a current Grand Panjandrum were always Jorgenson reflected sourly that the governors and the rulers of the past Grand Panjandrums had spoken highly of the trading post. Jorgenson 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 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. contradict him. It could even be dangerous. Jorgenson was in a nasty spot. The high official looked at him in utter stupefaction. Nobody contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long ago that they were the most intelligent race in the universe. Since that was so, obviously they must have the most perfect government. Jorgenson. "Like hell you will!" "Is mistaken!" said Jorgenson bitingly. "He's wrong! The Rim Stars Trading Corporation does not want to give him anything! What he has said is not true!" This was the equivalent of treason, blasphemy and Jorgenson stamped into the trading-post building. His eyes were stormy He snapped orders. The hired Thrid of the trading-post staff had not quite grasped the situation. They couldn't believe it. Automatically, they obeyed. They saw him turn on the shocker-field so that nobody could cross the compound without getting an electric shock that would Jorgenson laid the matter indignantly before him, repeating the exact of Thriddar. He waited to be told that it couldn't have happened that Grand Panjandrum had said so! "He also said," said Jorgenson irritably, "that I'm to vanish and nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being. How does that "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!" hysterically to be allowed to go home before Jorgenson vanished, with unknown consequences for any Thrid who might be nearby. When Jorgenson opened a door to kick him out of it, the whole staff of the trading-post plunged after him. They'd been eavesdropping and they Jorgenson swore impartially at all of them and turned the shocker-field 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 Jorgenson couldn't find out what had become of him. Dour reflection on weren't intelligent enough to see what a racket their government was. 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 notoriously wrong. And he couldn't be, and still be Grand Panjandrum! Then he knew what had happened. He'd committed The unthinkable crime—or lunacy—of declaring the Grand Panjandrum mistaken. So by the operation of truth, which was really an anesthetic gas cloud drifted Jorgenson would be gone and the trading post confiscated. It would be Jorgenson swore fluently and with passion. "It will not be long," said a tranquil voice. Jorgenson changed from human-speech profanity to Thrid. He directed his words to the unseen creature who'd spoken. That Thrid listened, apparently without emotion. When Jorgenson ran out of breath, the voice said severely: creature could believe him mistaken. He declared you insane, and he cannot be wrong. So soon you will arrive where you are to be confined and no rational being will ever see you face to face." Jorgenson switched back to human swearing. Then he blended both Thrid laid Jorgenson down. Then he felt the bounds about his arms and legs being removed. Then a 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. probably forgotten by now." He was calm about it. Only a Thrid would have been so calm. But they've had at least hundreds of generations in which to get used to injustice. Jorgenson ground his teeth a second time. "And just because they'd contradicted somebody who couldn't be wrong! Or because they had a business an official wanted!" He offered food. Jorgenson ate, scowling. Afterward, near sundown, he went over the island. Jorgenson was physically adjusted to the island. But neither as a 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. rocks. Ganti mentioned that they must do it right after the copter came, so there would be no sign of enterprise to be seen from aloft. only to do what they were told by authority. It occurred to Jorgenson that on a planet with such a population, a skeptic could make a great deal of confusion. Jorgenson found that a fish-fillet, strongly squeezed and wrung like a If Jorgenson had been only a businessman, it would have had no He did not speak at all during all the rest of that day. He was thinking. The matter needed much thought. Ganti left him alone. But by sunset he'd worked it out. While they watched Thrid's red sun sink below the horizon, Jorgenson said thoughtfully: "It never lands," said Ganti practically. "We can make it land," said Jorgenson. Thrid weren't allowed to make mistakes quivered inside. He hoped. "We'll try it," said Ganti detachedly, when he'd explained again. "If it fails, they'll only stop giving us food and water." That, of course, did not seem either to him or Jorgenson a reason to hesitate to try what Jorgenson had planned.

<question>:
Why does Jorgenson contradict the Grand Panajandrum?

<options>:
A He contradicts him because he thinks the Grand Panjandrum is just joking around
B He contradicts him by accident because he does not know Thrid's culture well
C He contradicts him because he simply can't abide the injustice of the situation, despite knowing that he will face negative consequences
D He contradicts him because he is already scheduled to leave the planet that day so it doesn't matter if he angers the Thrid's leader

<answer>:

C