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國內自動噴漆設備的發展現狀

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近幾年來，我國自動噴漆設備得到飛速的發展。09年的时候我国的塗裝設備所用的涂料首次突破700W吨的大关，超过曾经的涂料使用大国美国，跃居世界噴塗設備使用涂料的第一位，作为涂料使用大国，国内的噴塗設備目前面临着严峻的挑战。虽然涂料已经成为国民生活和国家经济建设中不可缺少的化工产品，塗裝設備的需求量也会逐渐增加，但因为噴塗設備本身所具有的功能有限性，使噴塗設備企业的发展面临一定的困难。

國內自動噴漆設備的發展現狀：

1. 大产量，小品牌

经过将近一个世纪的摸索发展，如今中国噴塗設備行业在经历着经济大环境，房地产业动荡以及国外和知名牌的巨大压力，竞争激烈，市场不稳；压力增大，发展减缓。

2. 缺失行业标准，同质化严重

中國噴塗行業發展至今已經將近一個世紀的時間，但是相關的行業標准一直處于缺失的狀態。

3. 国外噴塗設備企业进入，竞争加剧

目前中国噴塗設備市场上，国外知名品牌林立。国际知名品牌不断涌入中国，并以其较好质量的产品迅速占领市场。早在2002年，世界噴塗設備十强就全部进入中国，开始一系列的抢占市场战略。

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