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香爐自動噴漆機的廢氣處理方法？

返回列表 作者：鵬鲲香爐自動噴漆機编辑： 400-088-0769/199-0769-9619 来源： www.pk316.com 发布日期： 2020.09.23

噴漆加工由傳統的手工噴漆發展爲自動化噴漆機生産,自動化噴漆機給我們帶來了很多的便利,但在生産作業時廢棄廢物的排放也給環境帶來了很大的環境汙染,鵬鲲噴漆機廠家就來爲大家簡單討論下自動噴漆機廢物的處理方法：

香爐自動噴漆機的汙染主要來源于廢氣及廢棄物排放和處理問題。

香爐自動噴漆機废气及废弃物处理方式要满足国家规定室内外排放标准、打磨室、喷涂室室内具有良好的无影照明,各工作室均能独立工作,旁边设安全安全门。整体生产线打磨室、喷涂室内设三维升降台满足施工要求；压缩空气管道合理方便,进气口设置油分离装置。控制系统要求具有良好的控制系统和保护报警功能。废气排放、涂装作业现场7s整理。加工涂料节能与环保、环境噪音、照明等设计均符合国家行应的行业技术和喷烤房等技术要求,自动噴塗設備满足要求,运行可靠,操作简单,维修方便,所有配套件、材料及元器件选择技术先进、质量优良。其中关键设备和材料如：燃烧起、顶部过滤棉、及部分电器元件完全符合国家相关技术及安全标准。

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