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. 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 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. They had steam-power and even steam-driven atmosphere fliers, but they The ordinary Thrid, with whom Jorgenson did business, weren't bad all the Thrid—and when Jorgenson finished his breakfast a high Thrid Jorgenson went out, scowling, and exchanged the customary ceremonial listened reverently, "on this day did Glen-U the Never-Mistaken, as have been his predecessors throughout the ages —on this day did the Jorgenson reflected sourly that the governors and the rulers of the always scared under an absolute ruler, but the Grand Panjandrum was worse than that. He couldn't make a mistake. Whatever he said had to be true, because he said it, and sometimes it had drastic results. But Corporation to present to him, the great and never-mistaken Glen-U, all The high official rolled up the scroll, while Jorgenson exploded inside. course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have gave the loot back. Then the trading could resume. But Jorgenson didn't contradict him. It could even be dangerous. Jorgenson was in a nasty Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said 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. But no government could be perfect if its officials made mistakes. So no Thrid official ever made a mistake. In particular the great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U could not conceivably blunder! When he said a thing, it was true! It had to be! He'd said it! And this was the fundamental fact in the culture of the Thrid. Jorgenson. "Like hell you will!" "But—but the great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U—" 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 they obeyed. They saw him turn on the shocker-field so that nobody could cross the compound without getting an electric shock that would discourage him. They began to believe. Jorgenson laid the matter indignantly before him, repeating the exact give itself to him, there was nothing to be done. It wanted to! The Grand Panjandrum had said so! The trading-post theologian quivered. Jorgenson made things much worse. "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!" The theologian put up feebly protesting, human-like hands. He begged hysterically to be allowed to go home before Jorgenson vanished, with 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 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 governor's least and lightest remark—why—he must be either a criminal or insane. The local governor decided—correctly, of course—which he was. If he was a criminal, he spent the rest of his life in a gang of criminals chained together and doing the most exhausting labor the Jorgenson had been training Ganti for this work. 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 He fumed because creatures intelligent enough to build steam fliers weren't intelligent enough to see what a racket their government was. Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made And Jorgenson was slated to vanish from sight and never again be about it, and there was nothing he could do. He'd blundered, and it would soon be public knowledge. Jorgenson dozed lightly. Then more heavily. Then more heavily still. of a steam helicopter: now he could hear the sound of its machinery. Then he knew what had happened. He'd committed The unthinkable crime—or lunacy—of declaring the Grand Panjandrum mistaken. So by the Jorgenson would be gone and the trading post confiscated. It would be apparently without emotion. When Jorgenson ran out of breath, the voice said severely: "You declared the great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U mistaken. This could not be. It proved you either a criminal or insane, because no rational creature could believe him mistaken. He declared you insane, and he 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 "This is not good, Jorgenson. Who did you contradict?" 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 of his own reaction, which was not a business-like one at all. Then he said dourly: "But he's still wrong. No rational being is supposed ever to see me 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. "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 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 something he'd never noticed before, he told of the incredible conditioning-education of the young members of his race. They learned that they must never make a mistake. Never! It did not matter if they were unskilled or inefficient. It did not matter if they accomplished nothing. There was no penalty for anything but making mistakes or differing from officials who could not make mistakes. So Thrid younglings were trained not to think not to have any opinion about anything 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 mistakes he could make it a mistake not to land. That, of course, did not seem either to him or Jorgenson a reason to hesitate to try what Jorgenson had planned.

<question>:
Why was Jorgenson so angry to have his business taken by Glen-U?

<options>:
A Glen-U had made his closest friend disappear
B He needed his business to support his family
C He came to the planet to defeat Glen-U’s dictatorship
D He believed anyone to be capable of making mistakes

<answer>:

D