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

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from the wonderful future ... and though he didn't want to ... nevertheless he did.... Betty looked up from her magazine. She said Oyster (Simon began) in the way need is a vacation." "What," Betty said, "are you going to use for money?" "Providence," Simon told her whilst fiddling with the aspirin bottle, "will provide." I said, "Haven't got one. Town's jam packed. Left my bag at the Bahnhof. I don't think we'll ever make go?" "Lost track," Arth said. "You can Simon said, mournful of tone, come home with me." took this job you said it was the romance Simon said, enigmatically, "Now There was a knock. Betty bounced up with Olympic where'd you come from?" I got a quick impression, looking out the window, that the Germans were certainly the most modern, futuristic Simon said unenthusiastically, Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed Simon, said finally, "You know my name, that's pretty good. Never "Just a minute," Arth said, staggering "Anything," Simon said. "Only erect and heading for what undoubtedly was a bathroom. "Stay travel?" Simon said nothing. Across the room, where she had resumed her seat, Betty cleared her throat. When Simon continued to say nothing she ventured, "Time travel is impossible." "Why?" "Why?" "Yes, why?" Betty looked to her boss for assistance. None was forthcoming. There ought to be some very quick, positive, definite answer. She said, "Well, for one thing, paradox. Suppose you had a time machine and traveled back a hundred years or so and killed your own great-grandfather. Then how Simon said, "Let's get to the point, what you wanted to see me about." "I want to hire you to hunt me up some time travelers," the old boy said. Betty was too far in now to maintain her proper role of silent secretary. "Time travelers," she said, not very intelligently. The potential client sat more erect, pince-nez glasses and pointed them at Betty. He said, "Have you read much science fiction, Miss?" and then remembered. "I've got to get my bag. Oh, my head. Where did we spend last night?" of time travel. Every writer in the field worth his salt has explained I've got to go to the Bahnhof and get my luggage." it's also my suspicion that he will eventually be able to travel in time. Arth didn't put up an argument So convinced am I of these possibilities the presence in our era of such time travelers." Simon seemed incapable of carrying the ball this morning, so Betty said, "But ... Mr. Oyster, if the future has developed time travel why don't we ever meet such travelers?" Simon put in a word. "The usual explanation, Betty, is that they can't afford to allow the space-time continuum track to be altered. If, say, a time traveler returned to a period of twenty-five years ago and shot Hitler, then all subsequent history would be changed. In that case, the time traveler himself might never be born. They Mr. Oyster was pleased. "I didn't Simon shrugged and fumbled Simon held up a hand. "There's a cab to the airport, presented my return ticket, told them I wanted to leave on the first obtainable plane to New York. I'd spent two days at the their perch, bug-eyed Simon, but then nodded. Simon said, "You want to hire me to find a time traveler and in some manner or other—any manner will do—exhort from him the secret of Oktoberfest You're willing to pony up a part of this fortune of yours, if I can deliver a bona fide time traveler." "Right!" Betty had been looking from one to the other. Now she said, plaintively, "But where are you going to find the office rather than going to my apartment. I figured I might as well check in with Betty. I opened the door and there I "I told you I'd been considering it that's where they'd be!" He seemed elated. Betty and Simon waited. "The Oktoberfest make out my receipt. I thought you had already left." "You'll miss your plane," Betty said. There was suddenly a double dip to the effect that if I didn't leave today, it would have to be tomorrow, that he hadn't ponied up that thousand dollars advance for anything less than immediate service. Stuffing his receipt in his wallet, he fussed his way out the door. I said to Betty hopefully, "I suppose you haven't changed this calendar since I left." Betty said, "What's the matter "All right," Simon said. "We'll accept Oktoberfest . For one thing, a time traveler wouldn't be conspicuous. At a festival like this somebody with a strange accent, or ordinary in any of a dozen other ways, wouldn't be noticed. You could be a four-armed space traveler from Mars, and you still wouldn't be conspicuous at the I said pleadingly, "Betty, listen, . People would figure they had D.T.'s." "But why would a time traveler want to go to a—" Betty began. "Why not! What better opportunity to study a people than when they how long ago did I go out that door—on Simon's story), "did you the way to the airport?" Simon shrugged, put one hand to of Dionysus, or one of Alexander's orgies. You wouldn't want to wander Simon winced at the noise, took The old boy wound it up. "Well, continues for sixteen days. You can take the plane to Munich, spend a week there and—" Simon was shaking his head. "Not "I did," Simon groaned. "Three Simon nodded, miserably. Simon "Sorry," Simon said. "Can't be true, you should have gone back again to Munich. If there was one time traveler, there might have been—" dollars bonus. If that story was "I keep telling you," Simon said "No go," Simon said, a sad quality "A fifty thousand dollar bonus if you bring me a time traveler." "Out of the question," Simon said. why from the future and change the past." "You mean," Betty was suddenly "Just for laughs," Simon told the furious at him, "you've given up! ?" Betty wailed. The future! Just think!" Simon said wearily, "There's just Betty who was making out a receipt, I hustled back to the apartment and packed a bag. Hell, I'd wanted a vacation of an advance, and leaving him with anyway, this was a natural. On the way to Idlewild I stopped off at the Germany Information Offices for one thing you can bring back with you from the future, a hangover compounded some tourist literature. It takes roughly three and a half THE END give him some kind of report for his money. Time travel yet! What a laugh! Between Shannon and Munich a faint suspicion began to simmer in come from to attend an overgrown festival in comparatively remote Southern Germany? The tourist season first day of the gigantic beer bust. Nor could the Germans account for ponied up all the money for such expenditures? How could the average German, with his twenty-five dollars which had space for twenty-odd beer bibbers. Odd is right. As weird an assortment of Germans and foreign tourists as could have been dreamed up, ranging from a seventy- or eighty-year-old couple in Bavarian A desperate waitress bearing six mugs of beer in each hand scurried "Down the hatch," the other said, down the word and returned the Shouldn't have said that." I'll never make it." Name is Simon." I looked at him. "It's going to be to her for refills. "Where are you from, Arth?" I asked him, in the way of making

<question>:
What would've happened if Simon had said yes to the job at the end of the story?

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A He would have returned right back to the office soon after he left for the airport, but with a worse hangover.
B He would have stayed at home and pretended to travel to Germany for the sake of his client.
C He would have gone to Germany for the 16-day festival and looked for time travelers.
D He would have brought Betty with him to Germany to help him find time travelers.

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A