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

<passage>:
Solomon's Orbit the third? meteor gets larger. It is going to in Solomon's front yard and pass close to our wondrous machine. Comrades ... it is going to—Ah ... the picture is gone." two civilians went to Solomon's gone as Solomon heard the noise verbatim, to prove their space by a capitalistic plot. Motion pictures who could be in such a hurry, so early in the morning, he pulled on boots and buttoned a denim jacket as he went to answer. "Hello," said Solomon to the clearly showed an American "Why you bother me so early? You know I only buy cars from owners." "No, Mr. Solomon, we're not worried about your car buying. caught in obvious attempt to ridicule our efforts to probe mysteries This man, from Washington, wants to ask you a few questions." of space." busy 200-inch telescope was photographing a strange new object, Solomon told the truth. He had explode angrily. In full glory, the finish school and was here, in bed, all night. Then they wanted to see his cars. photograph showed a tiny image of not have to open the office, Solomon an ancient car. This first development a fat rabbit. Solomon's eyes, blinking in the glare of early morning sun, watched invasion of his privacy. "What they want?" he wondered. He'd broken no laws in all the years he'd been in the United States. "For what do they bother back of Solomon's yard. There, row. "Solomon, come here a moment," he shouted. Solomon short civilian and patrolman who left their curious searching to follow Solomon's lead. When he left," Solomon eagerly replied, after this report, a private pilot on his way from Las Vegas claimed seeing an old car flying over Los to fix them up. That one, the Hupmobile, as he was arrested later while trying to drink himself silly because no one believed his story. "No one," quavered Solomon, is the last—" nervous hand. Had he done wrong to send cars into the sky? Everyone else was sending things up. Newspapers said Russians and Americans were racing to send things into the Fortunately, at the approximate air. What had he done that was Number Seven, stationed in the "Up there," pointed Solomon. newspapers—" "You did what?" "I sent them into the sky," quavered Solomon. So this is what him up? What would happen to his cars? And his business? "How did you ... no! Wait a Solomon told the civilians of . So well spread were they, that within minutes headquarters an engine that would run on pressure, like satellite engines he'd read about in newspapers. It worked on a cracked engine block, so he'd used scrap manifolds to vehicle was knocked from the sky call Solomon's Orbit had its beginning Solomon, who couldn't remember rather fast. They let Solomon get his first name, was warming tired bones in the sun, in front of his auto-wrecking yard a mile south of clean denims and his razor. Then fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll cause no attention while protecting what Solomon happily agreed was sits in the office and tells buyers and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's nephew. "The old man had to take a trip in a hurry." Because his property. A rugged individual they'll have to wait until Solomon returns. Where's Solomon now? Newspaper The bright sun had Solomon's he knows nothing of the business, known as Solomon's "Classics." brow which, added to an Einstein-like sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon to a stratospheric decompression test chamber. They figure if they can throw it into the sky, they can shock of white hair, gave him now call Solomon's Orbit, the appearance of a professor on a boy's voice was saying. "He gives us kids good deals on hot-rod parts. a classic Uncle Solomon would make you a good deal, too. I just from the manifolds. Solomon know he would." "Sure, Son, let's go in and see voice. As Solomon opened his eyes, what he's got," replied a man's matches a newspaper reporter found scattered behind a station wagon in Solomon's junk yard. chair, Solomon stood awaiting approach "Mr Solomon, Georgie here is somehow related to kitchen for a reply, Solomon started, head down passages hardly wide enough for a boy, let alone a man. He disappeared around a hearse, and surfaced on the other side of a convertible, leading the boy and his guided tour of Solomon's yard than are," announced Solomon over his Solomon's for a last brave stand. to Solomon's prejudiced eyes "See, Dad, aren't they great?" Georgie gleefully asked. He could Solomon's office, his footsteps were echoed by those of a crestfallen boy. Solomon, a figure of lonely dejection in the gloom overshadowing his tired feet aimlessly found their way back to his seat in the sun. newspaper. There were pictures of moon shots, rockets and astronauts, which started Solomon to thinking As Solomon told the people in about shop manuals and parts in the back yard. When suddenly he figured there was an easier way to build a satellite power plant. But, as it was past his bedtime, he'd put one together tomorrow. before Solomon had a chance to try his satellite power plant idea. Customers were gone and he was free of interruption. The engine was brought to life by Solomon Solomon had the engine waving his yard. Solomon backed his Moreland out Solomon stopped for a minute to worry. "If it works," he thought, "when I get them nearer each other, it'll go up in my face." and ... that was it. A hub cap would do the trick. At his age, running was a senseless activity, but walking faster than usual, Solomon took a direct stories have him in Nevada showing the Air Force how to Ford station wagon. He'd read of scientists in block houses when they shot rockets and was taking no chances. Excitement glistened Solomon's old eyes as what blood two with happy thoughts. If his idea worked, he would be free of the old cars, yet not destroy a single one. Squatting behind the station cord. Tired legs failed and Solomon back, struggling to rise, Solomon Deep in the woods behind Solomon's "But it's flying too high for us." "I must be a silly old man," Solomon was nothing there, and as Solomon temporary foolishness of age, Solomon before Solomon realized he'd not excitement for Solomon. He had consider future success. Once the classic cars were gone, he could use the space for more profitable Fords and Chevys. All he'd have to do to. Solomon couldn't help but think, "The newspapers said scientists were losing rockets and space capsules, so a few old cars could get shingles because Solomon figured hub caps just to get rid of his pretty big, so Solomon waited until in one calloused hand, a burning match in the other so he could watch the Essex. Solomon tightened Day after day, only a mile from Fullerton, Solomon busied himself buying wrecked cars and selling usable parts. Each weekday night—Solomon aid of Solomon's unique combination pressure. His footsteps were light with accomplishment as he Solomon scrambled two eggs, enjoyed kitchen matches were needed to collect the cords from a big Packard, handsome in the warmth of a moonless summer night. With a faint "God Bless You," Solomon though the whole town were going to pussyfoot away at sundown. was hidden in a curious farmer's "Who bought the others?" the Three was too big to hide, so it opened for business inside the National Guard Armory. Solomon reached his back door. out and covers under his bristly chin, a task force of quiet men was speeding on its way to surround a chicken ranch, Solomon's

<question>:
What is Solomon’s goal?

<options>:
A He wants to be recruited by Nasa.
B He wants to get rid of his old cars that aren't selling to make space for cars that he can sell.
C He wants to interfere with the Russians' spacecrafts.
D He wants to become famous and be in the newspaper.

<answer>:

B