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鵬鲲動態

筆杆spindle噴油線是全自動線嗎？

東莞鵬鲲生産的筆杆spindle噴油線可以爲客戶設計成人工上下料的半自動線，也可以設計成和自動抓取上下料機構配套的全自動線。現在較爲流行的是自動抓取上下料加噴塗烘烤一體的全自動線。看客戶具體需求而定，都可以量身定制。

筆杆spindle噴油線的幾個特點：

1.采用地軌式輸送鏈輸送，通過變頻控制，線速爲0--6m/min；

2.通过静电除尘装置将産品表面的静电和灰尘除去；

3.喷涂前配有预热除湿处理段，有效的除去産品表面的水印或手印；

4.采用三面水簾式噴油櫃，配環保空調，離心排風機將廢氣排走；

5.喷涂区域配有産品自转装置，让産品在喷涂的时候高速旋转，保证均匀喷涂；

6.喷枪可以采用固定枪或动枪的形式对産品进行喷涂；

7.隧道爐采用遠紅外線發熱管，功率爲60kw，溫度爲室溫-100攝氏度；

8.廢氣采用噴淋與活性炭過濾處理。

为什么越来越多喷漆厂要投资鹏鲲智能化自动塗裝設備？

1.解決噴漆人員難招難管理問題，甚至槍手身心疲憊，有職業病危險；

2.規範化作業，以人配合機器，品質、産量、能耗管理上可控性強；

3.自動化噴塗設備接單給客戶實力展示高品質高産量更有談條件資本；

4.幹掉了噴漆神槍手，大幅減少人工成本、油耗、返工等綜合損耗；

5.內部高産值、低成本、生産穩定才能吸引客戶與精力放在新業務開展；

6. 24小時的自動化産量高，加白夜班減少，廠租人力等成本減半産值N倍；

7.生産順暢接單容易，做噴油漆企業讓更多跟隨你的員工輕松多收入；

8.鵬鲲智能化讓您做企業初衷有錢又有時間，能有更多的時間陪伴家人。

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