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

<passage>:
mathematical prodigy, but dying of an incurable disease? She collected Earth coins." "Oh, that. Sure, I remember—Hey! You didn't!" "Yes. We made about a billion dollars on that one." "I will be double damned. You know, Pete, I sent her a hundred-buck he would get into trouble. But that was nothing compared to the trouble he would be in if he did not get into trouble! Matheny stared out the wall, his hands twisting nervously behind his semantics of the Red Ankh (not a religious organization) is available to a select few—' That's our largest dollar-earning enterprise." He would have liked to say it was his suggestion originally, but it would have been too presumptuous. He was talking to an Earthman, who "Yes?" Matheny faced around, shivering with his own tension. "So? Since when has all Mars had as much spending money as one big-time "Sure, sure. But how much are those boys going to spend on any girl, even a high-level type like you? Listen, I need you just for tonight, Doran leaned forward as if to climb out of the screen. "He has got a hundred million dollars expense money, and they are not going to audit "Oh, we don't expect immigration," said Matheny shyly. He was a fairly unless we get some—a five-year contract...?" He heard his words trailing off idiotically, and swore at himself. "Thanks," said Matheny, "but, you see, I—we need—that is.... Oh, Why did they tap me for this job? he asked himself in a surge of homesickness. idea—but still he was at ease only with his books and his chess and his mineral collection, a faculty poker party on Tenthday night and an occasional trip to Swindletown— , thought Matheny, but he wasn't tired the spaceport would pneumo his baggage to him He fumbled after his pipe. Of course , he told himself, that's why who was happily trying to mark the cards. Matheny would have found a Matheny puffed smoke and looked around. His feet ached from the weight individual sign through all that flimmering neon. His eye fell on one that was distinguished by relative austerity. THE CHURCH OF CHOICE Enter, Play, Pray That would do. He took an upward slideramp through several hundred feet "I—I'm not hungry," stammered Matheny. "I just wanted to sit in—" "Hm?" said Matheny. He stopped, frowned. Bingo? No, he didn't want to bother learning something new. He decided that the roulette wheels were either honest or too deep for him. He'd have to relax with a crap game instead. He had been standing at the table for some time before the rest of the chips toward him. He missed a throw, as anyone would at home: simple courtesy. The next time around, he threw for a seven just to get the feel. He got a seven. The dice had not been substituted on him. cocked dice?" The lady drew herself up and jutted an indignant brow at him. "Sir! This is a church!" "Oh—I see—excuse me, I, I, I—" Matheny backed out of the crowd, shuddering. He looked around for some place to hide his burning ears. "You forgot your chips, pal," said a voice. "Oh. Thanks. Thanks ever so much. I, I, that is—" Matheny cursed Matheny had yet heard. hand to shake and chips rolled over the floor. "Damn! Oh, excuse me, I forgot this was a church. Never mind the chips. No, please. I just want to g-g-get the hell out of here." "Good idea. How about a drink? I know a bar downshaft." Matheny sighed. "A drink is what I need the very most." They walked back to the deaconette's booth and Matheny cashed what remained of his winnings. "I don't want to—I mean if you're busy tonight, Mr. Doran—" "We can't afford it," said Matheny. "What with gravitation and distance, such voyages are much too expensive for us to make them for me for it!" He winked and nudged. "Oh," said Matheny. "Of course," Matheny said ritually, "I agree with all the archeologists making a new nation and all that, but people paying half a megabuck for their ticket expect some comfort and, uh, you know." "I do know," said Matheny. "But we're poor—a handful of people trying Grill, on the 73rd Level. Matheny's jaw clanked down. Matheny followed Doran past a sign announcing that this show was for Matheny shuddered. "Good Lord, no!" know, all my life I've hated the stuff and never dared admit it!" He control the thyle industry and sell all those relics at fancy prices, why do you call yourselves poor?" and the middlemen here put them out of the mass market." "Have you not got some other business?" the money. We've sold some books and show tapes, of course, but only one has been really successful— "It was our mainstay," admitted Matheny, "but it's been overworked. "Of course," said Matheny bitterly. "We offer the most liberal "Beer," said Matheny without hesitation. Matheny shrugged. "I haven't told you anything that isn't known to The beer arrived. Matheny engulfed himself in it. Doran sipped at a "Ahhh!" said Matheny. "Bless you, my friend." "Oh, we're not that poor! My expense allowance assumes I will entertain quite a bit." "What's wrong with your own people? I mean, Pete, it is not your fault Matheny's finger stabbed in the general direction of Doran's pajama Matheny felt his eloquence running down and grabbed for the second him anew. "I'm just a college professor at home. How would I even get to see—" might. How much could you pay this fellow?" "A hundred megabucks a year, if he'll sign a five-year contract. That's Earth years, mind you." "I'm sorry to tell you this, Pete," said Doran, "but while that is not bad money, it is not what a high-powered sales scientist gets in Newer York. Plus his retirement benefits, which he would lose if he quit where he is now at. And I am sure he would not want to settle on Mars he laughed at Matheny's, though they were probably too rustic for a "What I really want," said Matheny, "what I really want—I mean what for us and make us some real money." "Con man? Oh. A slipstring." "No." Matheny realized his head was a bit smoky. The walls of the booth "By all means." Matheny disposed of his last beer. "I could use some ," said Matheny. "If I don't mean Oh, well , he thought, if I succeed in this job, no one at home will quibble. "Whoof!" Matheny sat down. The chair slithered sensuously about his "Me?" Matheny heard his voice climb to a schoolboy squeak. "Me? you buy from Schwartzherz. Everybody knows he is expensive." While Matheny jittered about, shaving and showering and struggling with "What?" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom. Matheny hesitated. If only he hadn't taken that last shot! It made him he became overcautious. They had instructed him on Mars to take chances if he must. "What? But—but—" Matheny hung onto himself and tried to believe that "I know." Matheny stared, embarrassed, at the carpet. "I'm sorry "Oh, it's simple enough," said Matheny. "It's only that we already are "I will be clopped! Good for you!" "Yes, and that calls to mind the Little Girl," said Matheny

<question>:
Why did Matheny not care about the chips he won?

<options>:
A He felt out of place
B He was a rich man
C He wanted Doran to have the chips
D He didn't want to win money from a church

<answer>:

A