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塗裝設備生产厂家，教您在选设备时如何具备火眼金睛！！！

返回列表 作者：鵬鲲自动化设备編輯：来源： WWW.PK316.COM 发布日期： 2018.12.21

隨著網絡時代的發展，人手一兩部手機，國民越來越喜歡在網上購物。如今利用網絡平台做産品營銷手段的也特別多，大到上市公司，小到個體經營。我們鵬鲲塗裝設備生产厂家做網絡營銷的目的就是通過網絡引流把好的産品介紹給噴漆廠家，而噴漆廠家又能通過網絡找到合適自己的設備，這本應是件雙贏的事情。但是網絡水貨太多了，我們要具備孫悟空那樣的火眼金睛才能識別這些産品的真真假假。

現在很多人買東西都喜歡直接找對應的源頭廠家，比如您在百度或者搜狗引擎上輸入“塗裝設備生产厂家”，就會有幾千上萬條信息，出現很多不同的廠家名稱，但是一打電話過去，大部分的都是代理商、山寨版之類的。一個一個去看去查詢相應公司信息，這就很浪費時間了。

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那麽，如果想要證實對方是否是真正的源頭塗裝設備生产厂家，鵬鲲小編在這裏有幾點建議：

1、打電話問公司名稱，具體地址、然後到網上查下該公司的工商信息

2、通過查看公司網站，是否是公司的官網，還是在B2B網站隨便發布的信息而已

3、通過查看公司網站是否有相應的産品噴塗案例，有沒有視頻或者圖片資料，有沒有設備專利或者商標

4、到工廠實地考察

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