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横沥噴塗設備厂家，教您如何突破受限于喷枪手的困境

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噴油師傅工資越來越高，技術越好脾氣越大，新的學徒對噴的距離掌握不好，費油漆，噴塗品質又不穩定，老師傅又已經邁入老齡化，90後，00後的年輕人又不願意從事這種又辛苦又髒對身體危害又大的職業，噴油工一直都短缺，招工難，這些都是噴漆行業的現狀。横沥噴塗設備厂家，今天教您如何突破噴漆行業受限于噴槍手的困境。

随着用人成本的增加，一些大企业都在进行改革，逐步用自动化噴塗設備替代普工，工业噴塗設備成为一股风潮，喷涂品质会越来越好。自动噴塗設備喷漆性能稳定，膜厚均匀，无色差，耐用。一天可安排两班或三班倒都可以，一天24小時連續噴塗，全年無休。不用每天爲噴油工的工作效率和品質而擔憂。不用爲招不到人而發愁。

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像漫步者，溢達紡織，TCL这些大公司已经与我们公司合作，都已经用上鵬鲲的自动化噴塗設備了，都不用再受喷油工的制约了。

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