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淺談金屬表面加工處理的優勢體現在哪裏？--東莞鵬訊噴漆加工廠家

返回列表 作者：金屬表面加工處理编辑： 180-2525-7959/400-088-0769 来源： www.pk316.com 发布日期： 2021.10.19

隨著時代的發展和科技的進步，金屬在我們生活中使用率是非常高的，但是金屬也是非常容易生鏽的，那麽做好金屬的表面處理是非常重要的。一種以鋅粉、鋁粉、鉻酸和去離子水爲主要成分的新型的防腐塗料。東莞鵬訊噴漆加工廠家下面給大家詳細介紹一下金屬表面加工處理的優勢體現在哪裏？

1. 超強耐腐蝕性：漆膜厚度僅爲4-8μm,但其防鏽效果是傳統電鍍鋅、熱鍍鋅或油漆塗層的7-10倍以上。工藝處理的標准件和管接頭經過1200小時以上的耐鹽霧試驗後未呈現紅鏽現象。

2. 高耐热性：可耐高温腐蚀，耐热温度可达 300℃以上。当温度达到100℃時，傳統的鍍鋅工藝就報廢了。

3. 滲透性好：由于靜電屏蔽作用，管件的深孔、狹縫、內壁等部位難以電鍍，因此不能對工件的上述部位進行電鍍保護。能夠進入工件的這些部分以構成金屬塗層。

此外，该金屬表面加工處理工艺的结合力和重涂性能好：涂层与金属基材结合力好，与其他附加涂层的附着力强，加工件容易喷涂和着色，与有机涂层的结合力甚至超越磷化膜。

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