The next morning, the company's spacious conference room was packed.

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and eagerness, not like a crisis meeting but more like a reward sharing session.

Cynthia and Larry were sitting in the front row, surrounded by a group of young colleagues.

Larry boasted, "I told you Mr. Sander is soft-hearted. As long as we unite and make a big fuss, he will surely compromise! "

Cynthia was even more smug, even secretly livestreaming with her phone.

The title of the livestream was particularly eye-catching.

[Everyone, witness how Gen Zs reorganize the workplace and how we take welfare back from capitalists!]

At 9 AM sharp, I walked into the conference room.

Everyone instantly fixed their gaze on me. There were gloat, gossip, and anticipation.

I walked up to the front of the stage and bowed deeply. "Sorry."

A murmur rippled through the audience before thunderous applause exploded.

In Cynthia's livestream chat, the screen was instantly flooded with comments like "The boss apologized!" and "Good job, Gen Z!".

I straightened up, observing the smug faces in the audience. "Due to my stubbornness and conservatism, I neglected everyone's emphasis on personal time and caused you all immense inconvenience. I sincerely apologize to everyone here."

The applause grew even louder.

Larry even stood up and shouted, "Mr. Sander, to admit one's mistakes and correct them is a great virtue!"

Cynthia proudly pointed the camera at me, as if showing off her spoils.

I waited for the applause to subside before changing the subject. "To truly return freedom and choice to everyone, I've decided to make a disruptive adjustment to this year's team-building plan after one night of careful consideration."

Everyone held their breath, their eyes filled with greedy anticipation.

I looked at them and announced my decision word by word. "Firstly, from today onward, the company will completely abolish the team-building trips tradition that has continued since its establishment."

The meeting room was instantly filled with cheers.

I ignored their reactions and continued to announce my second decision. "Secondly, to make up for you and support your independent travel, the company will instead provide each current employee with a $500 independent travel allowance to express our highest respect for freedom!"

The entire place fell silent at the end of my remark.

Cynthia's phone, which had been livestreaming, dropped to the ground with a bang, and the screen shattered.

The subsidy for a luxury trip to the Madiles plummeted from an average of $30,000 per person to $500. The stark difference caused their brains to crash directly.

I added expressionlessly, "This is the precious freedom that everyone has fought for with all their might, even at the cost of damaging the company's reputation. You're free now."

I connected my phone to the projector. The screen displayed the real-time stock price chart of the parent company. The sharp, precipitous red line was shocking. Next to it were pop-up windows of various financial news.

[Influenced by the controversial mandatory team building, Ambitions Group's corporate culture is questioned. Its stock price plummeted 15% at the opening of the stock market!]

Everyone's expressions quickly shifted from astonishment and shock to undisguised panic and despair. They sabotaged their own careers.

Cynthia was the first to jump up, her voice sharp and piercing. "Wasn't the team-building budget $30,000? Why is the travel allowance only $500? You are truly evil!"

I looked icily at her. "You threatened the company's survival with public opinion, causing the stock price to plummet and the company to be financially strapped. This is the consequence of your foolish actions."

I scanned the anxious faces in the crowd. "Our market value dropped by $300 million in just half a day. The board insists I root out the issue causing this crisis within 24 hours. If not, we'll have to resort to Plan B: cutting 30% of our workforce to balance costs and steady the stock price."

I paused and looked at their deathly pale faces. "Now, tell me who that virus is."