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

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] "Feetch!" grated Ogden Piltdon, president of the Piltdon Opener Company, slamming the drafting board with his hairy fist, "I want savagely. "The Piltdon Can-Opener is trailing the competition. "But Mr. Piltdon," remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's "For two years there hasn't been one lousy improvement in the Piltdon Can-Opener!" roared Mr. Piltdon. "Look at our competitors. The International rips apart cans in three and three-tenths seconds. Universal does it in four." "But Mr. Piltdon—" "The Minerva Mighty Midget does it in four point two two and plays Home Sweet Home in chimes. Our own Piltdon opener barely manages to open a Feetch adjusted his spectacles with shaking hands. "But Mr. Piltdon, no more!" Piltdon trudged out of the room, leaving behind him an oppressive silence. How could you set a time limit on research and development? A designer years with Piltdon. That was some satisfaction. Twenty-five years of your life you put in with Piltdon, and he'd fire you just like that if you don't do the impossible. The Piltdon Company would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word, Hanson's bull-dog features drew into a scowl. "Piltdon ought to "Spinach, I think," said Feetch. "Where did the can go, do you suppose?" "What's the difference? Don't you see what you've got here? It's the answer! It's more than the answer! We can put this right into work and "I'll risk that. Not a word to Piltdon." Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing pencil point. "Feetch!" roared Piltdon. "Is this talk that's going After Piltdon had seen it his eyes took on a feverish glint. "This," We'll throttle our competitors! The Piltdon Super-Opener we'll call it." "Mr. Piltdon—" said Feetch shakily. Piltdon stared at his chief engineer sharply. "What's the matter, This is big, Mr. Piltdon. I recommend that we delay production until further research can be completed. Hire a few top scientists and engineers. Find out where the cans go. Put out a scientific paper on "Feetch," bit out Piltdon, his face growing hard. "Stow this hooey. I don't give a damn where the cans go. May I remind you that under our standard patent agreement, all rights to your invention belong to the company? As well as anything you may produce in the field within a year after leaving our employ? We have a good thing here, and I don't want The first tentative shipments of Piltdon Super-Openers had gone to climbed to hundreds of thousands per day. Piltdon Opener went into sales to one to a customer. Piltdon cancelled his advertising program. Newspapers, magazines, radio, television and word-of-mouth spread the fame of the opener so that advertising was unnecessary. Meanwhile, of course, government scientists, research foundations, universities and independent investigators began to look into this new phenomonen. Receiving no satisfactory explanation from Piltdon, they spun, peered at, photographed, magnetized, exploded, shattered and analyzed Super-Openers without achieving the glimmer of a satisfactory explanation. Competitors found the patent impossible to circumvent, for any departure from its exact specifications nullified the effect. Piltdon, genial these days with success and acclaim, roared at Feetch: me with my invention I'm raising your pay two hundred dollars a year. That's almost four dollars a week, man." "Thank you, Mr. Piltdon." And still, thought Feetch wryly, he received no recognition. His name did not even appear on the patent. Well, well, that was the way it went. He must find his satisfaction in his work. And it had been interesting lately, the work he had been doing nights at home investigating what had been named the Piltdon Effect. expensive. He was a fool, he supposed, to try independent research when so many huge scientific organizations were working on it. But he could As soon as he could get hold of Piltdon, Feetch said trembling, "Sir, I "Are you still worrying about that?" Piltdon roared jovially. "Leave the Piltdon Super-Opener. there. Anti-Piltdon editorials appeared in the papers. Commentators accused Piltdon of deliberately hoaxing the public for his own gain. A Congressional investigation was demanded. Piltdon received threats of Piltdon's huge desk. "No!" yelled Piltdon at Feetch's face which was "You're positive, Feetch?" Piltdon's eyes glared into Feetch's. "That's true," said Piltdon. His eyes grew dreamy. "It can be done," at first, but then monopolize the market. All right, Feetch, I'll give you another chance. You'll turn over all the details to me. The patent on the improvement will naturally be mine. I'll get the credit for rectifying your blunder. Fine, fine. We'll work it out. Hop on production, at once, Feetch." Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. "Mr. Piltdon," he said. "I'm asking especially on the Piltdon effect. Hire a couple of extra men to help "Damn it, no!" roared Piltdon. "How many times must I tell you? You got "Mr. Piltdon," Feetch said. "I—" klunk!—"resign." Piltdon started, extreme astonishment crossing his face. "Feetch!" howled Piltdon. "I order you to remain!" from the Van Terrel Foundation: "—cannot accept your application inasmuch as we feel your premature application of your discovery to Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it. Of course, if he were to agree to reveal his latest discoveries to a research organization, he would undoubtedly get an appointment. But how could he? Everything patentable in his work would automatically revert to Piltdon under the one year clause in the company patent agreement. No, Feetch told himself, he was revealing nothing that Piltdon might grab. The anger began to mount. "I'll go up another ten dollars," grated the little Piltdon image. "Thanks to you. Mr. Piltdon, I wouldn't work for you if—" Piltdon Opener will soon be forced to close down, throwing all your Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. "Think it it touched off the growing rage. If Piltdon were there he would have grimly, dialing Piltdon's number, he was going through with it now. "Piltdon!" he barked. "Three p.m. tomorrow. My place. Be here. That's one condition is met by Mr. Piltdon." He stared at Piltdon. "In short, I want fifty-one per cent of the stock of Piltdon Opener." Piltdon leaped from his chair. "Outrageous!" He roared. "Ridiculous!" "Gentlemen!" squawked Piltdon, "I appeal to you—" Piltdon threw the paper to the floor and screamed: "Gentlemen, will you After Piltdon had signed, the papers were distributed. "I sincerely and humbly venture the opinion that we are on the threshold of tremendous and mighty discoveries. It is my belief that "Mr Feetch—" said Piltdon. Multi-Dimensional Development Division of the Piltdon Opener Company. "Piltdon, don't bother me about production. Production is your problem." Piltdon blanched and left.

<question>:
What was Piltdon most interested in?

<options>:
A Making money
B Being known around the world
C Keeping Feetch on the payroll
D Having more patents than anyone else

<answer>:

A