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今天是周一，一批又一批的客戶來訪不斷，也不是說今天周一就很多，而是東莞鵬鲲每天都很多客戶來訪。這個客戶是河南洛陽的，是某國企公司的生産經理，是做陶瓷噴釉的。來了解我們的陶瓷自動噴釉機。

黄总与我们的业务经理黄小姐热情的接待，为客户详细的讲解了现场的陶瓷自動噴釉機以及其他機型，客戶稱贊不已，說現在像我們這樣有這麽多現機可以看的廠家真是太少了，因爲有現機對機器能夠看的更加直觀，並且還有39款機型。經過參觀過後，便到會議室商討具體事項了。

随后，黄总与客户就公司实力、发展规划、産品销售情况及典型合作客户进行了详细地交流。客户表示很高兴对我公司进行参观，并感谢我公司热情而周到的接待，并对我公司良好的工作环境、有序的生产流程、严格的质量控制和先进的自动化设备技术留下了深刻的印象。

东莞鹏鲲陶瓷自動噴釉機做了12年的塗裝設備，接触了各行各业的産品喷涂工艺，具备相当丰富的设备设计定制方案的经验。

我們很有信心讓每一個到廠參觀的客戶都能滿意而歸。外省客戶來廠參觀可以有專車接送，來廠參觀的客戶都有精美禮品一份。帶來的樣品可以現場免費試噴，直接看到噴塗效果。

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投资鹏鲲智能化陶瓷自動噴釉機关键几点

1.首先噴塗品質比之前要好些~好品質才有好口碑

2.産量比之前人工噴高好幾倍~高産量才有高産值

3.配套用油耗更少省下純利潤~省油漆每天純利潤

4.使用人工少且操作簡單方便~省人工省心更省錢

5.設備廠家有實力且設備穩定~穩定長久才是投資

6.完善售後精專服務團隊等等~互利互贏共享共進

7.投資進去高回報才是硬道理~找到開啓金礦之路

8.智能化設備廠家研發能力強~適應引領市場趨勢

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