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鵬鲲噴塗設備--教您如何利用现代自动化设备躺着赚钱

返回列表 作者：鵬鲲自动化噴塗設備編輯：來源：鵬鲲自动化噴塗設備 http:// 发布日期： 2018.12.15

現代自動化設備出現之前，可能很多噴漆加工廠的老板都覺得一個熟練的噴油師傅的工作效率相對還是比較高的，一天可以噴個幾百個産品。但是沒有對比就沒有傷害，工業自動化設備一出現，手工噴的缺點就慢慢凸顯了。怎樣利用自動化噴塗設備提升自動工廠的生産效率呢？今天鵬鲲小編爲您解答。

首先，肯定要選一台好的先進的噴塗設備才能提高生产效率，那么在采购的时候怎么判断该设备的性能是否合适？比如说噴塗設備的材质是不是不锈钢的，是否经久耐用又方便清洗，治具是否实用，喷枪是用动枪还是用定枪合适，如果是用动枪，几轴比较合适, 是不是觸摸顯示屏控制的，程序能不能存儲，排風送風系統設計是否科學，其過濾材料是否采用高效過濾棉。

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其次，噴塗設備使用起来稳不稳定，还有最重要的一点就是厂家是否有一套完善的售后服务系统。如果设备质量不好，总是出问题，老是停产，那肯定也会影响生产效率。鵬鲲的设备可以使喷漆效率提升数倍，例如，人工喷一个产品需要30秒，用自動化設備可以30s同時噴4個。一條大的噴塗線的話日産量可以達到一萬多個。

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最后呢，做老板更关键的是自由，有钱，有时间。否则您有钱也没时间花。把自己累坏了钱挣再多也没有意义。用了我们鵬鲲的噴塗設備可以让您机器换人，机器喷单价低利润高，在家躺着都赚钱，才可能有更多的时间陪父母，陪孩子，陪妻子或找好友聚会。这样的人生才是惬意的。这才是老板应有的生活。

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