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刀柄自動噴漆線廠家在日常中容易犯的誤區

在移動互聯網發展迅速和智能自動化的大數據時代，刀柄自動噴漆線加工行業又將如何發展？不進則退，下面這幾種不求改變噴漆廠家將被淘汰！

1.設備落後，思維固化不思改變

目前仍有大部分的刀柄自動噴漆線加工厂家因循守旧，自认为自己现在的设备还是可以的。不承认也不愿面对新型设备的更新和尝度。自欺欺人地认为传统的喷涂设备和智能化设备没什么两样。坚持着那一套古老的设备。

他們中不乏行業大佬，已經認識到這種新的智能設備的優勢，但爲了眼前的利益仍然拒絕做出改變。設備先進完善是噴漆廠家發展必然的趨勢，如不跟緊步伐，將必然會被淘汰。

2.技術經驗投入不足，沒有創新

技术经验是体现一个刀柄自動噴漆線加工厂家的专业，创新是一个发展的根本动力。如果只是被动接单而不是主动根据市场趋势和客户需求投入技术进行创新设计，那么很容易受到同行业大环境的冲击，压缩生存空间。这不但客户越来越少，而且抵御风险的能力也非常的弱，一旦环境恶化将会首当其冲。

3.各崗位職責不明確，分工雜亂

每個崗位所匹配的人員要齊全，完成的工作內容以及應當承擔的責任範圍要明確，要因事設崗，職責相稱，權責一致，責任分明。要務真求實履行各自職責，要按時、高標准完成公司安排的各項工作，提高工作效率。一旦分工雜亂，必會造成生産混亂。

4.競爭對手惡性壓低價格，造成市場價格混亂

有的小型喷漆加工厂为了求生存，就以较低的价格把竞争对手挤出市场，为了达到目的，有的甚至已经超出了正常的喷涂加工价格竞争的范畴，并逐渐演变成厂家的恶性价格竞争。搞得市场混乱不堪，这不便损害了小型加工厂的利益，也妨碍刀柄自動噴漆線加工加工行业发展。

相信每個噴漆廠家避免以上的一些誤區，必定會在噴漆行業中訂單源源不斷，畢竟企業能在市場行業裏站穩腳跟都有自己的優點，有值得客戶一直選擇的理由。

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