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For any of you following the Envion saga, new news came out today about the future of the company. I can’t figure out whether this is bad news or good news because it could be interpreted both way I guess.

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As the release of Hardfork 20 draws near, the Blockchain Team would like to take this opportunity to explore some of the progress we’ve made toward implementing our new Resource Credit (RC) system. A Freemium

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Welcome to the 92nd Bitshares State of the Network (BSotN) report. A weekly report focusing on the changes in the ecosystem and track longer term changes in a effort to identify emerging trends and changes

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