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

<passage>:
Management into the strike for the sole purpose of cutting current dividends and selling stock to themselves cheaply. The rumors grew easier and easier to believe. The workers came stockholders. But to face facts, their salaries were not the highest. Deduct union dues, pension fees, medical insurance so upset? He was Vice President-in-Charge-of-Production of the Robling Titanium Corporation. What could they do to him, really? He had rehearsed "Sir—the men—I mean, there's been some nasty talk. They're tired of making trash cans. No challenge in it. Anyway, the stock room is full, and the freight yard is full, and worked well together. I consider you a good friend of mine. You've got to get things under control. Tell the men we're making progress. Tell them Management is beginning to weaken from its original stand. Tell them we expect to have reports. The promotion-draw reports. The royalty reports. The anticipated dividend reports. Walter shook his head wearily. miserably, waving his fat paws in the air as he paced back and forth in front of the spokesmen for the striking managers. "Perhaps we were a little demanding, I concede it! Overenthusiastic The shop steward was a goad, annoying, perhaps even infuriating, directors. We want to be at that meeting. That's the only thing we're interested in right now." stock market reports before they changed from their neat gray business suits to their welding dungarees. Running up the stairs to the administrative wing, he paused outside the door for us." The union boss swore and slammed his fist on the desk. "Walk out in front of those men after what you've done? You're administration building. Since every member of the union owned stock in the company, every member had the right to Everyone who owned stock in Robling Titanium was automatically as chairman of the board. The stockholders numbered over ten thousand. They were all present. They were packed in from the wall Walter jumped a foot. Bailey was putting down the visiphone receiver. His grin spread unpleasantly from ear to ear. "What have you been doing lately? Sabotaging the production line?" "What's the trouble now?" Robling Titanium. A man could have had a fine house of Titanium Corporation into the hands of strange and unnatural "We have no price, and no demands," said Walter Towne. TITANIUM WORKERS "We will Daniel P. Torkleson, Secretary Torkleson, and then out to the crowd. "You men here are an electing body—right? You own this great plant and company, top to bottom—right? could make you rich. But not one of you out there is rich. They listened. Not a peep came from the huge hall. Suddenly, a sheaf of papers down on the desk. "Just what do you think you're doing with this company, Towne?" Walter swallowed. "I'm production manager of the corporation." "And just what does the production manager do all day?" Walter reddened. "He organizes the work of the plant, establishes production lines, works with Promotion and Sales, integrates Research and Development, operates the planning machines." "And you think you do a pretty good job of it, eh? Even asked for a raise last year!" Torkleson's voice was dangerous. at them! Sales at rock bottom. Receipts "Still, I didn't think they'd elect you secretary of the union. It just doesn't figure." Walter Towne chuckled. "Doesn't it? I don't know. Everything's haven't met a production schedule in over two years. No plant can keep up production the way the men are working." Torkleson's face darkened. He leaned forward slowly. "So titanium market?" Walter took a deep breath. "I've warned Walter Towne was talking their language. "You think that since you own the company, times have come in. That's your job. My job is to report a dividend every six months to the men who own the stock, the men working on the production lines." changed. Well, have they? Are you any better off than you management. No chance, ever, to join a union. No more house, no more weekly pay envelope. He spread his hands weakly. "What do you want?" he asked. "I want a production plan on my desk within twenty-four hours. A plan that will guarantee me a five per cent increase in dividends in the next six months. And you'd better move at the reports. He had known it would come to this sooner or later. They all knew it—Hendricks of Promotion, Pendleton of Sales, the whole managerial staff. It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had "There just hasn't been a case of a company's management out, they own the plant. We were thinking more of a lock- in sort of thing." He turned to Paul Hendricks and the others. "We know how the machines operate. They don't. We also running the business the machines figure production quotas, organize blueprints, prepare distribution lists, test promotion schemes. It would take an office full of managerial experts to handle even a single phase of the work without the machines." The man at the window hissed, and Pendleton quickly His heavy face was wrinkled with worry. "Torkleson is no fool, and he has a lot of power in the National Association of Union Stockholders. All he'd need to do is ask for managers, and a dozen companies would throw them to him on loan. They'd be able to figure out the machine system and take over If they won't do it, they won't get another Titanium The news hit the afternoon telecasts the following day. Headlines screamed: MANAGEMENT SABOTAGES ROBLING MACHINES OFFICE STRIKERS THREATEN LABOR ECONOMY ROBLING LOCK-IN CREATES PANDEMONIUM There was a long, indignant statement from Daniel P. Torkleson, condemning Towne and his followers for "flagrant violation of management contracts and illegal fouling of managerial processes." Ben Starkey, President of the Board of American Steel, expressed "shock and regret" the Amalgamated the men were paid higher wages and worked the changes grew more radical. Walter Towne remembered those stormy days well. The gradual undercutting of the managerial salaries, the tightening up of inter-union collusion to establish the infamous White list of Recalcitrant Managers. The shift from hourly wage to annual salary for the factory workers, and the change to the other pole for the managerial staff. And then, with creeping malignancy, the hungry howling of the union bosses for more and higher dividends, year after year, moving steadily toward the inevitable crisis. Until Shop Steward Bailey suddenly found himself in charge of a dozen sputtering machines and an empty office. Torkleson was waiting to see the shop steward when he came in next morning. The union boss's office was crowded with TV cameras, newsmen, and puzzled workmen. The floor fixed?" Bailey spread his hands nervously. "The electronics boys expert crew." Bailey shook his head. "They won't come." "They fingers in this pie at all." "Wait until I get O'Gilvy on the phone." "It won't do any good, sir. They've got their own management troubles. They're scared silly of a sympathy strike." "Get them moving," Torkleson howled. "They'll start those machines again, or I'll have them in jail so fast—" He turned back to Bailey. "What about the production lines?" The shop steward's face lighted. "They slipped up, there. There was one program that hadn't been coded into the machines It took Robling Titanium approximately two days to convert its entire production line to titanium-steel trash cans. With the total resources of the giant plant behind the effort, production would be a titanium-steel trash can for every man, woman, a plaintive message: robling titanium unfair to management .

<question>:
Who earns the most money at the titanium plant?

<options>:
A The union secretary
B Research and Development
C The shop steward
D The production manager

<answer>:

A