Should We Bury You Again?

Zachary Taylor could no longer afford to think about what would happen fifteen years from now. Eternal Life? Had he heard correctly?

Zachary Taylor stared at Chen Mo in disbelief, only to find that his dark eyes remained calm and deep, without a trace of emotion in them. This did not seem like a joke at all.

However, he still felt extremely weak, only slightly stronger than when he was dying. Eternal Life? How could that be!

But Chen Mo did successfully revive him from his death. If the dead can be resurrected, then Eternal Life doesn't seem entirely impossible!

Sensing the intense turmoil in Zachary Taylor's heart, Chen Mo smiled slightly.

"You've just woken up and your body is still very weak, but it won't be long before you fully recover and you'll notice the changes in your body!"

Zachary Taylor nodded with some skepticism, but then Chen Mo changed the subject and continued.

"As for those bankers."

At this point, a cold smile appeared on Chen Mo's lips.

"The creation of a central bank is inevitable, but they will not be the owners of this bank!"

As he spoke, Chen Mo looked down at Zachary Taylor and asked with a smile.

"Mr. President, would you be willing to serve as the governor of my central bank in the future?"

Zachary Taylor's eyes widened again upon hearing this, staring at Chen Mo in disbelief.

You mean?

Chen Mo nodded slightly.

"In fact, I also own several banks."

"The United States is a capitalist country, and the creation of a private central bank is an inevitable result. However, no matter how hard they try or how many means they use, they cannot achieve it."

"The establishment of the United States. central bank will probably not happen until the next century. These bankers today will not live to see that day, and their descendants should not even think about getting their hands on it!"

The Federal Reserve, Federal Reserve central bank of the United States, was not formally established until 1913, after the United States had experienced several financial crises.

Meanwhile, the behind-the-scenes controllers of the Federal Reserve, the future Rockefeller, Morgan and other large financial groups, had not yet emerged or were just beginning to develop.

Putting aside everything else, the oil resources that Rockefeller built his fortune on have already been seized by Chen Mo. This powerful conglomerate is unlikely to emerge in the future, or even if it does, the real controller behind it will be Chen Mo, who controls all of America's oil resources!

These bankers and slave owners who are now vying for power in United States politics are not even worth Chen Mo's attention. Even if he does nothing, most of them will be lost to the annals of history. The true future rulers United States, the top ten financial groups, are still in the works. Chen Mo, with his foresight, can take the lead step by step, giving these financial groups no chance to emerge and grow!

The future Federal Reserve will be headed solely by Chen Mo!

Of course, just like the Federal Reserve, which has always maintained a semi-official facade and kept its internal shareholding structure and other information confidential, Chen Mo will not step into the limelight but will remain behind the scenes, secretly controlling everything.

"You were killed because you thwarted the bankers' plans to establish a private central bank. Wouldn't it be interesting if you took charge of that bank yourself in the future?"

Chen Mo's words stirred Zachary Taylor's heart.

This was indeed a great idea to him. Those bankers had gone to great lengths to establish a private central bank under their control, even going so far as to murder two presidents. In the end, the private central bank they had dreamed of was controlled by the very people they had killed. Zachary Taylor found it incredibly satisfying just to think about it!

Seeing that Zachary Taylor had fully recovered from the shadow of his death, Chen Mo didn't say anything more, told him to rest well, and then turned and left the room.

How did I get here?

"Old Taylor, you should thank us for this. We dug you out of your coffin with our own hands."

Upon hearing this, Victor grinned and said, and that familiar smile and the two sharp fangs showing at the corners of his mouth made Zachary Taylor grit his teeth in hatred, and his already pale face turned red with anger.

"You two brats! You actually dug up my grave!"

"Old man Taylor! You're repaying kindness with enmity! If we hadn't dug you out in time, you would have been rotting by now! Our master said that only a recently deceased corpse can be revived; if it's already rotten, there's nothing we can do."

Zachary Taylor's anger didn't subside with Victor's "explanation"; instead, he became even angrier, raising his arm and pointing a finger at Victor as he gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Victor! You brat!..."

Facing the enraged Zachary Taylor, Victor showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he smiled even more triumphantly, revealing his two canine teeth, which were noticeably longer than those of an ordinary person, resembling the sharp teeth of Beast.

"What? You don't want us to dig you out? Or should we bury you back in?"

Upon hearing this, Zachary Taylor completely erupted. He was so angry at this bastard that he disregarded his weakened state and whether he could defeat Victor. He jumped off the bed and pounced on Victor.

He's determined to teach this disrespectful brat a lesson today!

Victor saw Zachary Taylor charging at him with his fists raised, but he wasn't afraid at all. He stood there grinning and turned to wink triumphantly at James beside him.

James shook his head helplessly at his smug look. This guy just loved to "bully" old man Taylor. He had only just come back to life, and he wasn't afraid of driving him back to his death.

However, James then stared wide-eyed in shock, his face filled with disbelief.

Victor noticed the change in James's expression and was puzzled when he suddenly felt a heavy blow to the head, causing him to clutch his head and squat down on the ground in pain.

"It hurts!"

Victor rubbed the large bump that was rapidly swelling on his head and looked up angrily ahead. Who was it?!

But the next moment he froze, squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, looking like a big frog with its mouth wide open.

In front of him, Zachary Taylor stood steadily on the ground, staring at his hands with a look of astonishment.

The group present had fought together on the battlefield for two years and traveled back to Kentucky together. They had a deep understanding of each other's strength. Neither Victor nor James believed that Zachary Taylor, who had just been resurrected and was physically weak, could hit Victor. Even if he did, with his ordinary strength, it would only be a tickle to Victor.