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投資刀柄自動噴塗機怎樣判斷其好壞？

返回列表 作者：鵬鲲刀柄自動噴塗機编辑： 199-0769-9609/400-088-0769 来源： www.pk316.com 发布日期： 2020.01.16

刀柄自動噴塗機是喷涂行业中重要的噴塗設備之一，想比较于其他的喷涂机，刀柄自動噴塗機更加的受欢迎，市场上的喷涂机有好也有坏，做为消费者的我们应该要知道如何判断它的好坏，下面小编就为大家总结了其几点判断的介绍，一起来了解一下吧。

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5、質量：人手直接觸摸工件，油汙幾率高，質安穩性差，合格率低。機械自動操作，減少人手接觸，使工件表面清潔，油汙幾率低，安穩的機械確保品質的一致性。

6、油漆用量：單件進行噴塗，且油量不易被控制，噴塗結果不均勻，導致油量耗費大，機器一次進行多件噴塗，形狀及油量和均勻度可控制

7、环境：人员密集型操作，传统式的喷漆槽抽风系统，工作环境不能立刻得到改进：刀柄自動噴塗機多重的空气净化系统，营建出色的工作环境。

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