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2019年北京國際機器人機械設備展概況!

返回列表 作者：東莞市鵬鲲自動化設備有限公司编辑： 400-088-0769/18025257959 来源： WWW.PK316.COM 发布日期： 2019.01.11

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2019年1月是新的開始，鵬鲲小編將會持續關注一些機械設備展的最新動態，把這些信息收集然後分享給有需要的讀者。那接下來就爲您簡單介紹2019第九屆中國北京國際機器人展覽會。

第九屆中國北京國際機器人機械設備展览会(CRS BEIJING)将于2019年6月12日至14日在北京.中国国际展览中心召开。CRS BEIJING创办于2011年，是智能化工业、自动化工业及機器人领域的行业例会，每年都吸引来自65个国家和地区的198家展商，国际企业参展50多家，每年6月定期在北京举办，已成功举办八届，已经被国内外智能工业及機器人业内人士视为品牌機械設備展。

CRS BEIJING機械設備展是中国唯一的一个国家级、国际化、专业化的機器人智能展会，是亚太区域规模最大、最权威的機器人盛会，是全球機器人智能品牌进入中国市场的捷径，同时是中国機器人智能品牌向世界展示实力的一个重要窗口，在機器人智能展的平台上汇集了各类工业機器人、喷涂機器人、喷涂机械臂、服务機器人、智能汽车、VR科技的综合性機器人智能产业展览会，是機器人制造企业品牌推广和渠道拓宽的助推器，也是传播智能化機器人的重要渠道。

本屆機器人機械設備展以“创新动力融合 ”为主题，围绕推动中国制造2025和工业4.0发展动力.实施国家“一带一路”战略，集中展示人工智能及機器人技术设备新成果，展览会汇聚了世界上最先进的機器人及智能技术设备，为国内外制造商和广大采购商搭建良好的业务洽谈和学术交流平台。

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