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噴塗加工廠生産環境的重要性

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一家噴塗加工廠的環境重不重要，這個是雙層面的，同時也要看客戶的看法，在這裏，小編跟大家說到一下真實的故事：有一個客戶，本來樣品已做好，在價格訂單合同什麽都談好了之後，客戶要求到公司看看。一般新客戶都會這樣要求的，結果客戶到公司看了後，就不滿意，主要是環境。環境也是實力的一部份，所以客戶在看過公司環境之後就放棄了跟與公司合作.

对于噴塗加工廠来说，环境的提升并不仅仅只在于生产环境本身，还应当要培养工厂里每一位员工都养成一种讲卫生和爱干净的好习惯，要让他们养成自觉遵守公司的各种管理规章制度的好习惯，这样才能够从多个方面，全方位的打造一个良好的工厂生产环境。

那员工在一个整洁舒适的环境当中生产效率是会更高的，因此，可以看出任何一家工厂生产环境是非常的重要的，也正是由于如此，噴塗加工廠在日常生产当中一定不能忽视自己的生产环境。一个非常干净整洁的注塑喷涂公司的生产车间，可以让在里面工作的每一个工人都感受到这里的规范性的管理。

這真的是環境決定訂單的案例。失去這張訂單後，工廠的管理層反省了一下，決定把環境改變一下，然後重新找廠戶，重新裝修一下，後期工廠的環境好了很多。重新爲下一次的接單做准備。所以有時候環境也會起到決定性的作用。

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