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返回列表 作者：東莞市鵬鲲自動化設備有限公司编辑： 400-088-0769/18025257959 来源： www.pk316.com 发布日期： 2019.01.25

江门头盔塗裝設備厂家哪家更专业

很多客戶在投資設備的時候都希望能找到一個專業的設備廠家，這樣可以減少很多後顧之憂。那在江門地區哪家做头盔塗裝設備厂家更專業呢？

在江門市可能沒有合適您的專業廠家，不妨放大一點範圍搜索，來看看東莞鵬鲲头盔塗裝設備厂家。为什么呢？因为大家都知道江门鹤山市友诚五金塑胶制品有限公司，专业做头盔的，他们的老板之前为了炒掉喷油工，省去人工成本，在东莞鵬鲲订购过一台环绕式头盔塗裝設備。上了设备之后，以前月薪过万的一个喷油师傅，被欧总炒掉了。一个四五千块月薪的普工就可以操作我们的设备，一年下来帮他省下不少的人工成本。而且鵬鲲的设备稳定，效率好，产能翻了几倍，投资回报快，喷出的产品品质高，综合能耗少，特别是我们的售后服务非常好。包上门安装调试，确保量产直到客户满意为止。

所以，在歐總認爲東莞鵬鲲是一家相當專業的头盔塗裝設備厂家。他又订了一台头盔塗裝設備，4槍6軸多功能的，適用于各種異形頭盔噴塗。今天設備做好了，測試好了立刻發貨到江門，確保客戶在年前就安裝能用上設備，過年後趕貨訂單再多都不擔心了。

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