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 biggest, most convincing liar wins. It's as simple as of the just what they've done. It wouldn't make any difference to Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard Zeckler frowned. "And how do they regard the—the biggest a little. After all, the most convincing liar always wins in any transaction, so he gets more land, more food, more power. Altairian stopped, producing a huge key ring from some obscure "Do they they sent best I can do under the circumstances." Meyerhoff scowled, and turned abruptly to the guard. "We'll have some privacy now, if you please. Interplanetary ruling. And leave us the light." to convict me," he said softly, "in the worst sort of way. Isn't that right?" know what brotherhood means, nor humanity, either. Bread over here, get the extradition papers signed, and provide transportation off the planet for me. Why so much time? I've been disgust. "You are a prize fool," he said finally. "Did you know " All Earthmen are absolutely incapable of telling the truth. " worth it! I've got three million credits sitting in the Terran Consulate on Altair V, just waiting for me to walk in and pick them up. Three million credits—do you hear? That's enough to set me up for life!" "Really," said Harry Zeckler loftily, "it was so obvious I'm amazed that it didn't occur to me first thing." He settled himself down comfortably in the control cabin of the Interplanetary Rocket and grinned at the outline of Altair IV looming larger in the view screen. Paul Meyerhoff stared stonily at the controls, his lips compressed into a newly opened planet with your smart little bag of tricks, walk in here with a shaky passport and no permit, with no the natives might conceivably be able to use. No, nothing so knowledge of the natives outside of two paragraphs of inaccuracies You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians are sore about it. And the Terran Consulate isn't willing to sell all the trading possibilities here down the river just to Earthmen were liars was a lie, which meant that maybe I wasn't natives are out to get you. Personally, I think they're to get you." Why, you should see what they tried to sell Earthmen in exactly the same class, too." a trading alliance with Altair I, and that includes uranium, too. Smart people don't gamble with loaded dice. You scared them so badly they don't want anything to do with us." "Ah, well. After all, the Trading Alliance was to keep you from botching things up still worse for the Trading Commission, that's all. I wouldn't get tangled up in a mess with those creatures for anything!" He shook his head. "You're trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to "Eh?" oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial Not too much—just three million credits." count. Trading brought scalpers where rich and unexploited trading ground was uncovered, it would first fall prey to the fast-trading boys. They spread out from Terra with the first wave of exploration—the slick, fast-talking "Oh, yes. Didn't I tell you? Conspiring to undermine the authority of the Terran Trading Commission. Serious charge, planets. The first men in were the richest out, and through some curious quirk of the Terrestrial mind, they knew con-men who could work new territories unfettered by the legal restrictions that soon closed down the more established they could count on Terran protection, however crooked and social practices of the alien victims made it unwise to tamper with them. Altair I had been recognized at once by the Trading Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value, but early reports had warned of the danger of wildcat trading on the little, musty, jungle-like planet with its shaggy, three-eyed inhabitants—warned specifically against the confidence tactics "A lovely frame. Airtight. A frame from the bottom up, and credits, pulled a little fast business." He shrugged eloquently, these critters operate on each other. Why, my little scheme was peanuts by comparison." Terran gag about the Brooklyn Bridge? The same thing. Only these critters didn't want bridges. They wanted land—this what they wanted. I just sold them some land." out other things about them, too. You'd have learned that in spite of all their bumbling and fussing and squabbling they're not so dull. You'd have found out that they're marsupials, and that two out of five of them get thrown out of their mother's pouch before they're old enough to survive. as long as it benefits them as individuals." Altairians here for the food their planet can supply, and their diet is so finicky that they just can't live on anything that it's every man for himself, and the loser starves, and their They've built up the most confusing and impossible system of barter and trade imaginable, aimed at individual survival, with course they're liars, with an economy like that. They've sold it to a dozen separate, self-centered, half-starved natives! Encroachment on private property is legal grounds for murder on this planet, and twelve of them descended on the same chunk of land at the same time, all armed with title-deeds." Meyerhoff sighed. "You've got twelve mad Altairians in your hair. You've got a mad planet in your hair. And in the meantime, Terra's most valuable uranium source in five centuries is threatening to cut off supply unless they see your blood splattered liberally all the way from here to the equator." going to sit quietly by and let them butcher me? How could you know. Yes, I think we'll take a nice long vacation together, ?" Meyerhoff smiled coolly. "You're going to get your sly little con-man brain to working, I think," he said softly. "By Interplanetary Rules, they have to give you a trial in Terran legal form—judge, jury, court procedure, all that folderol. They to them?—but they agreed. Only thing is, they're going to Altairians attempted to push through the door at once. Zeckler Altairians filed in, in order of stature, stalking across the room "We are reading the case of the people of Altair I," the "Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal with the accursed scum of Altair II in preparation for interplanetary invasion." The little con-man's jaw sagged lower and lower, the color draining from his face. He turned, wide-eyed, to Meyerhoff, The Altairian shrugged indifferently. "Now—later—" he Altairian equivalent of a hungry grin at the prosecutor. Then of the seventh crossing of Altair II (may the Goddess cast for Terrans. Note the shape of his head, the flabbiness of his two-legged abomination began to shower me with threats of "Of course it isn't! Can't you understand? It's stupid, to them, silly, a mark of low intelligence. The only thing in the world they have any soul, risking my life, for the welfare of your beautiful planet." Altair from my homeland on Terra. I—I landed on Altair II, a grave mistake, but as it turned out, a very fortunate error. Because in attempting to arrange trading in that frightful place, planet, at the hands of those barbarians. The conspiracy is theirs, not mine. They have bribed your Goddess, flattered her evil interests, preparing for the day when they could persuade "And how could they flatter her, when she knows, beyond and their Goddess." He sat down wearily. "I don't see what

<question>:
What does the Trading Commission want from the Altairians?

<options>:
A The Goddess
B Land
C Uranium
D Interplanetary rockets

<answer>:

C