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浙江富陽客戶的羽毛球拍靜電噴漆機的價值

返回列表 作者：鵬鲲自动化噴塗設備編輯：來源：鵬鲲自动化噴塗設備 http:// 发布日期： 2018.12.15

球拍噴漆傳統采用的普通的手工噴漆工藝，現在隨著自動化設備的不斷發展，科技不斷進步，羽毛球拍，網球拍等球拍噴漆機技術已經日益成熟。現在普遍的都是采用羽毛球拍靜電噴漆機。

羽毛球拍靜電噴漆機的優勢：

1、省油漆：靜電噴漆因爲可以提升油漆附著力，可比手噴節約30%~40%的油漆。

2、效果好：漆膜均勻，色澤鮮豔。

3、産能高：靜電噴漆機在噴塗過程中，被塗物有效工作面積可達1.2米，兩槍同開，可一次性噴30個。産能比手噴高了數倍。可以省去很多人工成本。

4、品質穩定：機器可以調節控制各項影響噴塗效果的各個因素，比如噴幅大小，出油量大小，噴塗次數等。

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很多客戶都擔心購買了設備，回去不會使用，擔心調機的師傅一走廠裏的工人就不會用了。其實，鵬鲲的設備操作都很簡單易學，程序都可以存儲幾百條。隨時調出來用就可以了。而且，我們有完善的售後團隊，客戶都是一機一檔，有專人跟進，有什麽不懂的地方隨時都可以咨詢我們的調機師傅。這就是客戶投資自動化羽毛球拍靜電噴漆機的價值所在，買一台好的合適的設備，智能高效實用，爲自己創造更多的價值，節省更多的時間。

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