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惠州鵬鲲沙發腳自動噴油設備廠爲很多沙發腳噴漆加工廠家定制過不同的機型，有6槍頂壓雙盤多軸噴塗機、多軸聯動環形噴塗線、4槍6軸多功能噴塗機、噴烤一體機，適合噴塗桌腳、沙發腳、凳腳等各類家具配件。有衆多客戶案例視頻和圖片供您參考。鵬鲲的設備由全不鏽鋼材質制作而成，保養方便，使用穩定；塗裝高品質、高産能、低成本；省租金省工裝夾具省電耗；投資少回報快，自動化噴塗設備生産接單有底氣。

鵬鲲還熟知五金塑膠木制品行業噴塗表面測試SONY判定標准，多年和客戶交流經驗，熟知各種噴塗不良和應對方法，一定可以爲您設計出合理優惠合適您的噴漆設備。

塗膜粘著不良：塗膜制品表面粘著不良的主要原因有三個方面：一是塑件表面的潤滑劑、脫模劑等油汙未清洗幹淨；二是塗料中溶劑的溶解力太弱或塗料攪拌不充分；三是塗料與制品的原料品種或塗料與稀釋劑不匹配。因此，應采取針對性措施，用酒精或清洗劑認真清洗制品表面，精心選用適宜的塗料和稀釋劑，在噴塗前必須將塗液攪拌均勻。

涂膜返粘：已硬化的涂膜，过了一段时间又重新软化，并产生粘着的现象称之为涂膜返粘，这种现象多发生在使用油性涂料时。当使用油性涂料产生返粘时，应考虑使用适量催干剂，采用高分子增塑剂来减少扩散速度。在喷涂件没有彻底干燥前，不能进行包装，要保持喷涂件周围空气的流动。

爲什麽越來越多噴漆廠要投資東莞鵬鲲的智能化沙發腳自動噴油設備？

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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；

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