18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 551

Feeling under the weather, Daniel couldn't sweat the small stuff, so he laid out three tasks for his team to tackle.

First off, the base needed to ramp up its industrial game and collect more Kindle Chests pronto. Second, it was high time to get the lime and coal mines up and running. Third, they had to sort out the staffing shortage, stat. He threw down the gauntlet, giving them a three-day deadline to cook up some workable solutions. Daniel headed home to recharge his batteries, while the senior staff stuck around to hash things out.

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Stella didn't trust Bran to handle the greenhouse project; she knew all too well how he could botch things up. She planned to check out the southern plantation, but as she hit the door, she ran smack into Nicholas, the land management guru. Thanks to a nasty dust storm and some dodgy rain, the crops in the southern fields were toast. The harsh climate was already a kick in the teeth for the harvest, and now it was even worse. Thankfully, the potatoes were early birds and didn't take as big of a hit, but the sweet potatoes were only half-baked.

Looking at the mess, Nicholas felt like he'd been sucker-punched. "When will this lousy weather pack it in? People are at their breaking point." Stella offered him a grin and some comforting words, "Once we get the greenhouse up, you'll get the first batch of top-notch sweet potatoes." Eyeing the stacks of glass, a glimmer of hope sparked in Nicholas. "Here's hoping this is a fresh start." "Relax, Nicholas. Victory's just around the corner for us."

grow like weeds and aren't picky about the soil. We'll raise them in the greenhouse and then transplant them to

was the talk of the town. If her status wasn't so special, folks would've beaten a path to her door. If those 20 acres of greenhouses actually took root, it might not feed all ten thousand base residents, but it would sure take the edge off. For the base, it

side, "Stella, when we're rolling in crops, what'll you trade for?" "Anything that solves the base's problems. If we pull together, we can bring back Australian civilization." Stella said with poise, "What's good for everyone is the real deal. I don't fancy eating a mouthful of dust with my dinner or kicking the bucket after a rain shower. Once the land goes green again and the food chain's back to normal, this crazy

city villas, Stella had bumped into Josef a few times. Even years into the disasters, the Porras family had old man Porras holding the fort, and Josef was living large, even a bit on the plump

rollercoaster, alright. But that was just a passing thought. He'd been toughened up by over a decade of hard knocks; he just wanted a stable job, a full belly, and warm clothes. He'd promised his old man

big time. If it weren't for her helping his younger brother time and again, the kid might've been a goner. The food Rosie brought home the other day was thanks to Stella. He had to admit, his dad and brother had good instincts. Without their connections, the Porras

a smile, "Hi, Auntie Stella." Stella was taken aback... Time flies, and now she was old enough to be someone's aunt. "You look amazing for your age, Auntie Stella. You don't look much older than me. How about I call you 'sister' instead?" Stella took a deep breath...

base market. If we had the right tools, raising the greenhouse wouldn't be a problem." He was modest, sure, but he'd run Porras Corporation before. This project was a piece of cake for him. Stella asked, "What are you missing? I'll make it happen." "We've got the glass cutter