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花盆自動噴漆機的前景越來越廣闊!

返回列表 作者：鵬鲲自動噴漆機编辑： 180-3333-7397/400-088-0769 来源： /project/jjfa.html 发布日期： 2019.10.19

現在很多的企業開始用起了自動化的自動噴漆機進行噴漆加工，噴漆機的優缺點是什麽?在說這個問題，我先簡單跟大家介紹一下噴漆機的簡介。噴漆機其使用原理是将涂料分散成雾状喷涂于被涂物表面的一种塗裝設備。喷漆机是人们对喷涂机的一种俗称。但还有不少的企业还不了解自動噴漆機还在检查传统的人工喷漆，这是因为这些企业还不了解自動噴漆機的好处和其优点，今天總結關于花盆自動噴漆機 的幾個優點給大家講講：

1.花盆自動噴漆機加工比起人工漆膜质量更加的好，涂层也相对的平滑细腻没有刷痕，设备在喷漆时将漆料压缩喷射雾化成细小的微粒，能很好的均匀分布在产品的各各角落。

2.噴塗效率比起傳統的人工而言更加的快也更加的穩，平均速度是人工的5-10倍左右，且穩定性比人工好很多，

3.花盆自動噴漆機附着效果好，涂层的寿命长，利用高压喷射雾化涂料有着强力的附着能力，漆料微粒借着动能能够很好的进入一些孔隙中，能够使得漆膜更加的紧致从而加强漆膜和产品表面的咬合力提升涂层的附着能力能有效的延长涂层的寿命。

4.花盆自動噴漆機喷涂的漆膜厚度均匀，涂料的使用率高，而人工喷漆厚度不均匀，涂料的利用率低。

5.噴槍容易達到拐角和空隙，因爲是采用的高壓無氣噴射，所以噴霧中不含空氣塗料容量到達一些拐角空隙、凹凸不平的表面。

花盆自動噴漆機在一定程度上虽然还有一些不足，但总体来说对我们大大提高了工作效率，也让涂装变得越来越简单。我们将越来越努力去改善这些问题。

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