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簡述“木箱自動噴塗機器”到底有哪些優點？

木箱自動噴塗機器是衆多自動噴塗機器中的一種，以自动化机器程序控制作业代替了人工手持操作，适用于多种喷涂需求，具有很大的优势。那么，木箱自動噴塗機器到底有哪些优点呢？

第一，木箱自動噴塗機器使用自动化控制程序，相比人工操作作业，工作效率更高。以往人工喷漆，往往采用小型手持喷枪，喷漆的效果受到工人操作水平的影响，并且人工作业，一次喷漆面积小，数次使用后就需要手动清洗，更换，因此，这样操作喷漆的工作效率并不高。而木箱自動噴塗機器喷漆面积大，不受人工干扰，自然工作效率更高。

第二，木箱自動噴塗機器适用范围更广，使用价值更大。木箱自動噴塗機器轴数在2轴以上，喷漆机轴数越多，其机器组成更复杂，因而适用范围也更广。不论是小型模具还是大型车间，木箱自動噴塗機器都能有很好的发挥。

第三，木箱自動噴塗機器具有节省环保的优点。由于是机器自动操控，只需合理设置，就能喷涂出预计的效果。不会出现漆料厚度不均，从而产生原料浪费。因此，相对来说，木箱自動噴塗機器更加节省。另外，喷漆过程由机器执行，工人们只需提前设置好操控程序，而无需亲自喷漆作业。因此也极大的减少了喷漆过程对人身体健康的危害，具有环保意义。

投资鹏鲲木箱自動噴塗機器专业重点参考点

1.首先前提設備噴塗出來工件品質穩定

2.盡可能油漆使用率高省下都是純利潤

3.占地操作設備及周邊配套花費最少化

4.産量要最大化是人工2~5倍甚至N多倍

5.設備配套的設施綜合生産維護最低化

6.投資回報率快速高産值低用維護成本

7.投資目的在于回報投資金額考濾之一

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