The recycling reconstruction station next to the laboratory was not particularly large. One end was connected to machinery, while the other was linked to several channels that transported garbage.
The materials produced from processed waste would likely be conveyed out from here. As for what exactly could be made from garbage, that remained unclear.
After inspecting the newly constructed rooms, Tang Ye returned to her own room and prepared to write a few notices to post.
The number of gas masks and radiation-proof suits had gradually accumulated. She needed to inform the survivors that these items were available, otherwise no one would come to purchase them.
There was also the matter of the waste processing station. Survivors needed to be encouraged to dispose of their garbage properly to maintain the shelter’s hygiene.
The cafeteria and medical room downstairs still needed staff, all requiring specific skills. The laboratory was still special, and she did not intend to allow survivors inside for the time being. The same applied to the recycling reconstruction station.
Looking at everything, there was quite a lot to handle. She would take it step by step.
She first wrote a notice stating that gas masks and radiation-proof suits were available for sale. Gas masks were priced at one Level 1 mutated crystal each, while radiation-proof suits cost one Level 2 mutated crystal per set. Each person was temporarily limited to one set, mainly due to limited stock.
Having lived through the apocalypse for years, Tang Ye knew how expensive such items were. She herself had used the same equipment for many years without replacing it, until it had been stolen by those two scumbags.
She deliberately set the prices low so that survivors would not have to worry excessively about obtaining such supplies.
After finishing, she posted the notices along with those about garbage disposal and recruitment on the empty wall beside the Administrator’s room.
Looking at the wall, Tang Ye felt it could be decorated into a proper bulletin board.
A survivor nearby had been examining the newly appeared machine in the corridor. When he turned and saw Tang Ye putting up notices, he came over to take a look.
“Administrator, are gas masks and radiation-proof suits really this cheap?” the survivor asked in disbelief, reading the notice over and over.
“Yes, but the quantity is currently limited. More are still being produced,” Tang Ye replied while posting the notices.
“I want one gas mask and one radiation-proof suit!” the survivor quickly said upon hearing the limited supply.
“Alright, give me a moment,” Tang Ye said, finishing the recruitment notice as well.
“Our shelter is hiring?” the survivor asked, reading the positions listed, doctors, nurses, chefs, serving staff, and cleaners.
“Yes. The cafeteria and medical room are ready downstairs. I can’t manage everything alone,” Tang Ye explained.
“That’s great. The shelter is becoming more complete by the day,” the survivors said happily.
“How is construction happening so fast? I checked, the elevator really has a Basement Level 2 now!”
“Yes. As more people join, the shelter will develop faster. I’m even thinking of turning the open land above into a farm,” Tang Ye said.
“A farm?” the survivors were even more shocked. “But the land is wasteland now. Nothing can grow.”
“I should have a way, but it’s still too early to say. You’ll see when it’s done,” Tang Ye replied, not wanting to overpromise.
Even so, her words filled the survivors with anticipation. With such abundant electricity and water, what else would be impossible? If a farm could truly be established, their shelter would become famous worldwide, and countless people would beg to join.
“Chef, Administrator, how about me? Before the apocalypse, I was a head chef at a large restaurant,” a woman in her thirties stepped forward. Her skin was dark, but her eyes were bright.
“You can try. Anyone else applying? We’ll conduct interviews this afternoon,” Tang Ye said to the growing crowd.
“Me, can I try too? I wasn’t a head chef, but I trained under one for three years,” another woman in her twenties said, gathering her courage.
“Of course. The cafeteria will need more than one chef. Everyone can try. There are other positions too,” Tang Ye encouraged.
The kitchen was spacious. Once operations began, one chef would definitely not be enough.
As soon as she finished speaking, the previously hesitant survivors raised their hands, expressing interest.
Seeing the growing crowd, Tang Ye quickly brought out a notebook and recorded everyone’s names and desired positions.
Although many applied, no one stepped forward to apply as a doctor. Most applicants were for serving and cleaning roles. Three people applied as chefs, two women and one man.
Tang Ye decided to bring the applicants downstairs to the cafeteria. She took three potatoes from storage and asked each of them to prepare a dish of shredded potatoes.
Other survivors followed to watch. When they saw the potatoes, their eyes nearly popped out.
“Th-this is a potato? How can there be potatoes?” someone exclaimed.
The crowd erupted. Potatoes were nearly extinct after the apocalypse, as valuable as rare jewels in the past.
“No need to be surprised. You’ll be able to eat potatoes in the cafeteria, along with various meats, all fresh. Feel free to come and dine,” Tang Ye said, taking the opportunity to promote.
The three applicants quickly composed themselves and began preparing the dishes.
Tang Ye observed not only their cooking but also their hygiene practices.
The onlookers pressed themselves against the glass window leading to the kitchen, watching intently.
Seeing the rows of seasonings and the clear cooking oil, they marveled continuously.
Before long, the aroma spread through the air, and everyone unconsciously swallowed.
Tang Ye noted that all three maintained good hygiene, keeping their workspaces clean and washing utensils promptly.
They presented their dishes to her.
Using small plates, Tang Ye sampled each one. Though the flavors differed, all were quite good.
“Alright, all three of you can stay. We’ll start with a one-month trial period, and adjust if needed,” Tang Ye said. “However, I need to clarify that wages will not be paid in mutated crystals, but in energy points. Energy points will become the primary currency in the shelter. The cafeteria, medical room, and future facilities will all use them. You’ve seen the machines over there, right?”
With her explanation, the survivors understood how mutated crystals could be converted into energy points. It was convenient, purchases could be made with facial recognition, and they no longer needed to carry large amounts of crystals.
Once again, they felt how good life in Sunrise Shelter was.
The three selected chefs had no objections to being paid in energy points.
Tang Ye also hired two serving staff and one cleaner.
The serving staff and cleaner would earn 1,000 energy points per month, while each chef would earn 2,000.
Everyone was satisfied with the wages. After agreeing to start work the next day, they left the cafeteria.
The other onlookers gradually dispersed as well.
With no one left, Tang Ye tidied up and prepared to return to her room. As soon as she exited the elevator, she saw Jiang Yufeng waiting outside.
“You finally showed up. I almost knocked on your door to check if you had passed out inside,” Tang Ye said.
Jiang Yufeng smiled, softening his sharp, handsome features. “I’ve been recovering these past few days. I’m almost fully healed. Thank you for saving me. The medicine worked well.”
Tang Ye’s expression remained unchanged. “As long as you’re fine. The shelter has been getting busier, so I’ll be occupied. If you can’t find me, just wait a bit.”
With the mutated crystals Jiang Yufeng had provided, she had been able to unlock many facilities, so her tone was noticeably warmer than before.
“I’ll head out then,” Jiang Yufeng said.
As the elevator doors closed, the polite and gentle smile on his face vanished instantly.
Before Tang Ye could return to her room, survivors approached her about purchasing gas masks and radiation-proof suits, resuming the earlier interrupted conversation.
In no time, twenty-eight survivors placed orders.
The current stock was insufficient, so Tang Ye recorded their names and asked them to return the next day.
The survivors trusted her and paid in advance.
Each gas mask cost one Level 1 mutated crystal, and each radiation-proof suit cost one Level 2 mutated crystal. Tang Ye gained another 3,080 energy points.
After collecting the crystals, she hurried to the laboratory, retrieved the completed gas masks, and added materials for fifty radiation-proof suits into the machine.
With the growing population, she began to feel that the machine’s efficiency was too slow.
“Host, you can purchase another laboratory and stack it onto the existing one. This will increase its size and the number of machines inside,” the System said.
Tang Ye’s eyes lit up. “That’s possible? Will it affect adjacent rooms? Can this be done with other rooms too?”
“It won’t affect adjacent rooms. They will simply shift position. Most rooms support this, except residential units and the water and power rooms,” the System explained.
Tang Ye immediately opened the room interface, selected the laboratory, and spent another 5,000 energy points to place it on the existing one.
Once placed, the laboratory was enclosed and began upgrading and renovating.