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東莞自動鞋材噴漆機是鹏鲲设备厂家为鞋材加工客户专门定做，客户要求鞋材鞋底在前面放料，工件到喷漆位置喷枪开始往复喷漆，在自动喷漆柜喷漆后回转到前面，然后下件，该机型小巧轻便，一人一机操作省人工（放料收料同一人）。本喷漆机配置独特输送机构，并配置抽风机、水泵吸附过滤油雾，经济实用。自动喷漆柜装有由伺服马达驱动的快速往复机，由plc配触摸屏控制，在许可范围内可任意设定行程及速度，操作方便，程序可以存储两百多条。另外，本喷漆机还可配置在线的多层烤炉（占地面积成倍缩小），实现在线烘烤，高效完成喷漆及烘烤工序。

東莞自動鞋材噴漆機的優點：

1. 主體采用全不鏽鋼制作，具有耐酸、耐堿，耐化學品等性能，對潮氣、鹽霧、油類及有機溶劑都有良好的抗性；方便清洗、保養、維護等特點。

2. 按鍵式軸運動一體控制，零基礎學會，指令化編程，動作靈活，通俗易懂，24位儲蓄功能、USB數據通信等優點。

3. 水櫃廢氣處理一體式，有效提高環保，空氣循環水過濾，集中排放等優點。

4. 可编写式程序，使动作更合适不同産品的需求，以达到喷涂效果。

5. 分割器旋轉180度定位，使産品喷涂位置更精准停靠，特别对内喷效果更显著。

6. 噴槍可獨立控制，可獨立調節氣壓、油霧大小、高低、角度、均可獨立調節。

7. 運動由十多種基礎指令組合。可作直線，碼跺，堆疊，陣列，等動作。

8. 回油裝置，方便未噴完的油回收，更省油。循環噴塗，更對粉塵類油漆起到循環回流，不易沈甸。

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