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木箱 自動噴漆機是一種鵬鲲自動化設備公司研发出来的自动噴塗設備。当然，在喷油技术和工艺上会更加先进一流的，在很多行业领域当中广泛推广以后，在其用途上已经越来越广泛的。在机械设备市场上销量也是越来越高的。在走枪过程中的效果还是很均匀的，这样看起来的作用上还是会较为突出的。

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