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東莞優博實業有限公司是一家港資企業，專門生産集成電路精密塑膠盤。他們在網絡上找塗裝設備定制商，看到我們公司的衆多案例，聯系了我們黃總，咨詢了塗裝設備的相关信息，想通过我们找到产品的喷涂解決方案。

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他們的産品是集成電路，需要噴導電液，油漆比例比較特殊，傳統的方式是手工浸泡塗裝，因爲是浸泡式的，所以産品浸塗後附著的液體比較多，需要人工慢慢地擦拭多余的塗料，自然吹幹，然後烘烤2小时，中途不能及时烘烤的话，就会有水纹。这样的工艺流程很费人力和油漆，而且产品容易报废。优博一直想找方法解决这个难题。那我们的工程师给出的初步方案是用自动塗裝設備，这样喷油量大小可控制，不会再费人工擦拭，然后在设备上加一个热吹风装置，瞬间风干，减少自然风干的时间，避免产品出现水纹，然后直接烘烤，这样的话良品率就可以大大提高。

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優博公司很認可這個方案，拿樣品來試噴，然後測試産品的電阻，測試結果都很好，所以他們就訂了一台樣板機，如果這台設備噴出來的産品都沒問題，客戶都認可的話，後續就在我們公司定制一條完全自動的塗裝線。所以，如果您在找塗裝設備定制商，一定要找像鵬鲲這樣的，可免費試噴和免費做測試的廠家！

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