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玩具外殼噴塗線的工藝流程

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東莞鵬鲲玩具外殼自動噴塗生産線采用多道除塵工藝，確保産品表面不含灰塵。采用在線式噴塗，線體速度可控制在0~8米線速，無級調速，8米以上線速需定做。工件可正轉反轉，速度可獨立調節，24小時不間斷工作，且能夠同時噴塗2-5種不同産品，可加裝動槍定槍雙系統，實現同時外表面噴塗和內噴塗，程序可存儲，操作簡單，主體全不鏽鋼制作，壽命長且易于後期保養和維護，可節省30%油漆量。配備漆霧排除系統，離心式高效率排漆霧風機，PLC中央自動化控制，一鍵操作，方便省事，安全性能高。

玩具外殼噴塗線工藝流程：上件——表面除濕預熱處理——靜電除塵——噴塗——流平——烤爐烘幹——冷卻——下件。

玩具外壳噴塗线采用自动输送系统，将工件输送到每一道工序上，无需人工输送，根据产品的噴塗范围和噴塗枪的重量选择合适的噴塗线。
无尘噴塗室内：水簾式噴漆櫃，四周封闭，工作人员通过风淋室进出，防止外界灰尘的流入，万级无尘车间。玩具外壳噴塗线组成：人工上下件，自动输送线，手动除尘、静电除尘、自动噴塗系统、无尘噴塗室。漆雾排除系统、恒温恒湿、产品表面流平，烘干隧道炉，自然风冷却系统，plc中央控制系統，廢氣廢水處理系統。

东莞鵬鲲自动化玩具外壳噴塗线价格：具体根据客户实际要求进行设计。报价流程：电话或者网上预约—客户提供噴塗需求（比如厂房尺寸、产品大小、产品特性、产量要求、工艺要求等）--客戶提供樣品—免費打樣—客戶來廠商談--工程師實制定方案（設計圖紙、配置清單和配置報價）--確定方案—和客戶溝通修改設計—簽訂合同。

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