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保溫杯自動噴漆機哪個生産廠家好？

返回列表 作者：鵬鲲自动化设备編輯：來源：发布日期： 2018.12.13

現在有很多自動化設備廠家都生産保溫杯自動噴漆機，但是哪个厂家的质量和售后服务比较好呢？要选择哪一种保溫杯自動噴漆機比较合适自己的产品呢？关于这一点，相信很多保温杯喷漆加工厂的老板都会困惑。

那今天鵬鲲自動化設備小編爲您梳理一下保溫杯自動噴漆機的種類。

保溫杯自動噴漆機的機型大致分爲：小型轉盤噴漆機、小型定槍環形噴漆線、小型動槍環形線（分兩軸、三軸、四軸、五軸等），四槍六軸多功能噴漆機、噴烤一體機、噴烤大線體等。每種機型配多少把槍都可以根據客戶要求定制。您可以根據自己的産量來選擇合適的機型。

保溫杯自動噴漆機有几个优点：

1、具有極高的塗裝效率。噴塗效率高達每小時500-1200平方米，是傳統滾筒施工的10倍以上；

2、具有極佳的表面質量。噴塗塗層平整、光華、致密、無刷痕、滾痕、和顆粒；

3、具有延長塗層使用壽命。高壓無氣噴塗能使塗料顆粒深入牆體空隙，使漆膜也牆面形成機械咬合，增強塗料附著力，延長使用壽命；

4、具有轻而易举地攻克拐角、空隙和凹凸不平的难刷部位；

5、具有節省塗料。刷塗厚度極不均勻，一般在30-250微米；

因爲保溫杯自動噴漆機噴塗均勻，速度可調節，工作效率高，是一種新型的自動化設備，比傳統噴塗更具優勢，所以在不久的將來自動噴漆機會逐步替代手工噴塗。

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