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垃圾桶自動噴塗機器到底好在哪裏呢？

返回列表 作者：鵬鲲垃圾桶自動噴塗機器编辑： 180-2525-7959/137-1254-8388 来源： / 发布日期： 2019.12.23

在鵬鲲自動化寫的有一篇文章中“垃圾桶自動噴塗機器和人工喷漆哪种好呢”以后，很多网友反馈说是当然是垃圾桶自動噴塗機器好了，好在哪呢。

好在现在社会人们对身体的保护也越来越重要，大家都知道喷漆对人体的危害非常大，所以喷漆工现在很难招到。而垃圾桶自動噴塗機器就很好的帮助人们完成这一项对人体有危害的工作，解决了这一难题。垃圾桶自動噴塗機器做为新兴高科技机械设备，不但提高了喷漆质量和速度，也节省了大量的资本，同时，也极大减少了对人体的危害。做为垃圾桶自動噴塗機器，人们在使用前和使用后都要及时对其保养和维护。这样才能更好地利用垃圾桶自動噴塗機器。

投資鵬鲲自動噴漆設備專業重點參考點

1.首先前提設備噴塗出來工件品質穩定

2.盡可能油漆使用率高省下都是純利潤

3.占地操作設備及周邊配套花費最少化

4.産量要最大化是人工2~5倍甚至N多倍

5.設備配套的設施綜合生産維護最低化

6.投資回報率快速高産值低用維護成本

7.投資目的在于回報投資金額考濾之一

萬一真能一天就省幾公斤漆一年幾十桶，

省下個槍手一個六七千一年就是八九萬

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