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隨著科技的不斷發展和産品性能的不斷提高，産品外觀噴油加工得到了更爲廣泛的應用，自動噴塗成爲了引領噴塗界的潮流。對于傳統手工噴塗作業來說，直接手噴從而導致生産效率的緩慢和質量的不穩定，這對企業、對客戶來說都帶來了不少的問題。

惠州恒通這家企業是做燈罩噴塗的，之前用手工噴漆，因忙不過來車間堆很多燈罩噴不出來，而且手工噴漆沒有配套好的治具，所有噴出來的産品都要安排兩位普工去擦，這樣一來難提升産量，難保證交期、難規範、人員配合難，人工成本高，品質不穩定，工作效率低費油漆返修率偏高。然而跟我們公司合作，換了我們自動噴漆設備噴塗的工件都能得到完美噴塗，從而達到噴塗更均勻的效果。産能也是手工噴塗預想不到的。自動噴漆設備對于噴油加工行業來說，是不可缺少的，與手工噴塗相比較，具有高效，節能，環保等特點。不僅在工作中靈活調用，使産品合格率和生産效率提高，更多的是爲企業帶來經濟效益。

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