The richest man started taking advantage of loopholes after joining Alibaba.

The briefcase was opened.

Shen Nan took out a thick stack of documents, neatly arranged with perfectly aligned edges, clearly meticulously organized. He didn't speak immediately, but simply spread the documents out one by one on the table.

The movement was slow and steady, like a ritual that had been rehearsed countless times.

All eyes turned to them.

The chief representative watched as well. He didn't know what the silent entourage member was going to offer, but he remained calm. In his view, no matter how well a Chinese company burdened by the Entity List prepared, it couldn't conjure up anything that could circumvent the barrier of its status. Ultimately, no matter how much effort was put into the paperwork, it couldn't bridge the natural divide of its identity.

He even seemed somewhat relaxed, wanting to see what kind of tricks Lin Che would pull in his final struggle.

Shen Nan picked up the top one.

"You just said that Weiguang's identity is a problem and the approval process won't go through." His tone was very calm, not like he was refuting, but rather stating something he had been prepared for. "We've considered this concern since the first day we set foot on this land. So everything we've done along the way has been for this moment today."

He pushed the document in front of the official.

"This is a record of every financial transaction since Microlight entered East Africa. From overseas accounts to the bridging entity in Mauritius, and then to the project company in Kenya, every transfer has been proactively reported to the local regulatory authorities, and every transaction has the notary office's seal and time stamp."

The official glanced down at the stack of records, his expression shifting. The records were far more detailed than he had expected; the time, the amount, and the flow of funds were all clearly documented, without a single ambiguity.

Shen Nan picked up the second one.

"This is the shareholding structure of our registered entity. We strictly adhere to your country's newly revised regulations on foreign investment in the mining industry, holding no more than 60% of the shares, not a penny more. We stay exactly where the regulations draw the line. We not only follow the rules, but we also keep track of every step we take in adhering to them."

The third one.

"This is the record of our joint supervision." He glanced at Kamau sitting in the corner. "From the very first day we started our business, we've had representatives from your country's regulatory body follow us every step of the way. Everything we do, every document we sign, and every place we go is under his watchful eye and on his record."

Kamau, who was sitting in the corner, looked up when he heard this.

These past few days, he had been quietly standing to the side, occasionally jotting something down and sometimes drawing boxes on a piece of paper. No one present, including the chief representative opposite him, took this silent attendant too seriously, assuming he was just a figurehead.

Only then did everyone realize that his seemingly insignificant notes, each box he drew, every single stroke, had become irrefutable evidence of Weiguang's compliance. Someone who was supposed to be there to supervise and find fault had instead presented Weiguang with its most powerful endorsement.

No one noticed a faint, thoughtful look in Kamau's eyes as he looked down at his notes. It was fleeting, too quick to be detected.

One serving after another.

Reporting records, shareholding structure, regulatory oversight, environmental assessment, and employment compliance. Shen Nan laid them out one by one, covering half the table.

Behind every single one is the trace of Weiguang's down-to-earth, step-by-step progress.

The atmosphere at the table subtly changed.

The official who had initially leaned towards the other side completely relaxed. All his previous concerns—the sensitivity of foreign investment status and the risks of approval—now crumbled in the face of this stack of irrefutable evidence.

What reason would a company that puts every step in the open and accepts full supervision have to hold back approvals? If he were to actually hold back, it would make it seem like he's making things difficult for a law-abiding partner, and that would be hard for him to explain himself if word got out.

He was even somewhat surprised. He had seen far too many foreign investors trying to exploit loopholes and take shortcuts, but rarely had he seen one like Weiguang, which took compliance to the extreme. For a company like this, let alone blocking it, he was even somewhat willing to let it succeed.

For the first time, the chief representative's expression changed.

He had prepared a whole host of arguments about his identity: the sensitive background of the Chinese company, the potential risks of the Entity List, and the various obstacles he might encounter during the approval process. He originally intended to throw these words out one by one at the right time, to completely nail Weiguang down on the hurdle of identity.

This should have been his safest card. For a Chinese company with a background on the Entity List, its identity is its original sin overseas, a stain that can never be washed away. Countless peers have stumbled because of this, either spending a fortune on public relations to clear its name or being dragged down by this hurdle.

He was convinced that Lin Che would not escape either.

But now, none of those words are needed.

He opened his mouth, only to find that every point he wanted to attack had been blocked in advance by the other party using compliance-based traces.

You say his identity is sensitive, but he reported to the regulators for every step he took.

You say his background is risky, but he was under supervision the whole time.

You might say his approval wouldn't pass, but he's more resilient to scrutiny than any other company.

He suddenly realized a fact that sent chills down his spine.

He couldn't attack an opponent who was more transparent than himself.

Identity attacks are like a knife, cutting into what lies in the shadows. The more a person hides, the sharper the knife becomes. But Lin Che did the opposite; he didn't hide. He laid every inch of himself out in the light. Reporting, notarization, and supervision were all part of the process—every step was crystal clear. The knife struck, but missed its mark.

This is by no means a disadvantage.

What was once considered Weiguang's biggest weakness has now become an impenetrable fortress against the backdrop of this stack of irrefutable evidence. Precisely because of its sensitive nature, Weiguang has taken compliance to the extreme, making it cleaner and more transparent than any other local company.

Disadvantages were welded into advantages.

This isn't about who has the greater skill; it's about the two being on completely different levels. While the opponent is still trying to find a weakness in the glimmer of light, Lin Che has already transformed it into a flawless entity.

Shen Nan put down the last document, looked up, and stared at the frozen face opposite him.

He uttered those words that completely silenced the chief representative.

"You won't find any problems with us." He paused, then said, word by word, "because we didn't hide anything; we laid everything out on the table."

The chief representative's lips moved.

He wanted to refute it, to find even one flaw in that stack of documents to counterattack.

But when those words reached his throat, he couldn't utter a single one.