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返回列表 作者：鵬鲲噴油加工廠编辑： 180-2525-7959/400-088-0769 来源： www.pk316.com 发布日期： 2020.11.13

鵬鲲自动化做为专业的噴塗設備加工厂家，13年专业为众多噴油加工廠家解決方案，有专业的研发团队、生产、售后团队，结合用我们为各行各业不同客人的喷涂解決方案的来启动喷油加工，能全方位做到为客人开发新工艺，解决各种手喷加工厂所存在的交期慢，品质不稳定，服务不到位，价格偏高等问题。

“當天出樣，三天交大貨”這是東莞附近噴油加工廠一直以來贏得客戶信任的口號，但是到了現在，這句話已經不僅僅是口號，而是已經成爲現實。那麽這是怎麽做到的呢？

　　随着客人对表面处理要求的不断更新，对喷油加工行业的要求也越来越高，原有的生产设备已经慢慢不能满足现有的生产要求，东莞噴油加工廠已经意识到这种迫切改革的危机感。所以，增加喷涂加工项目真的不是只是喊喊口号而已，经过一年多的筹划和准备，用自身噴塗設備厂家的优势扩大了规模，增加设备，完善环评设施。再者就是招贤纳士，新招多名经验丰富的设机喷涂加工的技术人员，这样工厂的技术团队就更加壮大了，产品的打样出货，一切都能做到有计划，有安排，并稳妥实行。
　　东莞噴油加工廠在压力中前行，从工厂规划到已经慢慢走向完善的生产设备，以及不断壮大的技术团队的共同努力下，喷油加工的所有工艺的打样出样，交货都丝毫不马虎，这样的喷油厂值得您合作吗？

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