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一条塑膠噴塗生産線要怎么规划？一般情况下需要几个工人？

返回列表 作者：鵬鲲自动化设备編輯：來源：发布日期： 2018.12.07

對于終端客戶或者想擴大規模，第一次想自己做一條塑膠噴塗生産線的客戶來說，要如何規劃，需要幾個工人這成爲難題，應該資詢誰會懂？

鵬鲲做爲一家專業的噴塗生産線生産廠家，我們會用專業、誠信的爲您解答您的疑慮；塑膠噴塗生産線這個需要看具體情況來設計方案，比如廠房的大小、高低、噴什麽産品、産品規格、産品種類多不多、要做什麽樣的生産線（手動還是自動的）、品質要求的高低、烤多少溫度、是否要無塵房、是否要烘烤爐等整體細節都是要規劃的。

塑膠噴塗生産線需要幾個員工操作，這個要看生産線的大小了。大型的塑膠噴塗線需要的人可能多一點，應該10-20個人，當然我們說的是一整套的生産線需要的人數包括上下件、前處理、噴塗、固化幹燥等一整套生産線需要的人數。要是單單是塑膠噴塗線的话需要的人数会比这少，小型的环形线话也就一两个人，前提是用的是东莞鵬鲲自动化的自动噴塗設備，要是人工手动喷涂线的话需要的人肯定比这个还多。东莞鵬鲲自动化的塑膠噴塗生産線可以做固定枪生产线或者动枪生产线，甚至做到动枪定枪双系统的喷涂线。还可以外接机械手自动上下料机构，可以大大节省人工成本。一般东莞鵬鲲自动化都会根据客户的实际情况给出一个合理的建议。

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