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返回列表 作者：鵬鲲自动化设备編輯：來源：发布日期： 2018.12.07

东莞漫步者是一家从事多年来专注于音频技术的研究开发与产品应用厂家，素以卓越音质、优良做工和前瞻设计而闻名。耳机是他们公司自主研发的一个主要产品。为了提高生产效率，他们从今年4月份就开始物色能够做耳机外壳自动噴塗設備厂家。经过各方面对比后，他们将目标锁定在比较专业的东莞鵬鲲自动化噴塗設備上。由于他们之前是用传统的手工喷涂线，场地局限大，设备不能太大，但功能及产量还要达到标准。在他们生产经理，设备部经理，采购部经理来厂商谈后我们立马安排工程师上门测量场地，回厂就安排出方案给漫步者确认。看到方案后他们觉得非常满意马上下单，接单后生产部就立马开始生产设备。

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当这个设备做好后，我们发货给漫步者。并派专业技术人员到客户厂里安装调试，确保设备能尽快投产，在他们上设备生产一个月后，生产产量数据报表出来显示一台设备顶他们三位喷枪师付，当月老板就批示奖励给喷涂生产主管3000元。另再追加订购一台噴塗設備。鵬鲲自动化噴塗設備切切实实帮客户解决了手喷面临的各种难题。漫步者的相关负责人对鵬鲲自动化设备厂做的噴塗設備的质量和服务态度非常满意。

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