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."

ten acres of potatoes and sweet potatoes, ten for herbs, and ten for mulberry trees. Mulberries grow like weeds and aren't picky about the soil. We'll raise them in the greenhouse and then transplant them to

daughter, but because her skills were plain as day. In no time, she'd brought back two hauls of goods-meds, glass, fuel, cars, and weapons, all stuff Griffith was dying for. And now, she 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

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

teen, skinny as a rail and nowhere near Rosie's league. In the new city villas, Stella had bumped into Josef a few times. Even

just the girl from the end of the block, but now she was thriving in the post-apocalyptic world and the boss's daughter to boot. Life's a rollercoaster, alright. But that was just a passing

Stella 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 family might've been wiped out. "Stella," he greeted her

lending a hand." Poppy flashed a smile, "Hi, Auntie Stella." Stella was taken aback... Time flies, and now she was old enough to be someone's

folks, traded for some stuff at the 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 here, but no power. Plus, we need some woodworking tools and riveting gear for the joints," he listed his needs. Stella nodded, "Got it, leave it