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返回列表 作者：鵬鲲自动化设備編輯：來源：发布日期： 2018.12.12

幾個月前，我們黃總有一個茂名做蠟燭出口生意的客戶德發蠟燭有限公司的郭總，要做一台蠟燭塗裝設備。因传统的蠟烛是用手工浸泡的方式，速度慢不说，表面效果不好，会流油。郭总抱怨现在新招的几个技术师付都不行，手工浸泡的速度慢，而且表面不均匀，流油，现在客户要求越来越高，做出来的成品达不到客户想要的效果。现在的年轻人都很少人去做这样的工作了，后期工厂招工会越来越难。所以，他现在想换成自动塗裝設備，看能不能解决这个问题。

郭總聽說附近的同行用的就是自动塗裝設備，效果还挺好，新接了好几个大订单，他派人去多方面打听，发现同行那用的就是鵬鲲的自动塗裝設備。网上查了资料，所以才联系到我们黄总。因为我们公司已经有过喷蠟烛设備的生产经验，所以郭总很快就和黄总确定了合作意向。

鵬鲲噴塗設備的定位是专业铸造百年塗裝設備品牌，一直靠的都是高品质，必然会用心服务好客户，把技术做的更加精湛，让蠟烛塗裝設備为客户省人省漆省成本。

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