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塑料紐扣自動噴漆設備的技術工藝以及掉漆解決方法！

塑料紐扣自動噴漆設備是其实就是对塑胶工业産品的表面涂装加工的称呼、喷油加工包括塑胶喷油、丝印、移印加工;EVA、橡胶等鞋材改色、丝印。并可通过喷油的油漆等让材质表面能够生产耐高温、耐摩擦、耐紫外、耐酒精、耐汽油等特性。那么塑料紐扣自動噴漆設備的技术工艺需要注意哪些以及掉漆的解决方法是怎么样呢?

　　首先塑料噴油加工的顔色的溝澤度一般選10以上,不要選低光澤亞光,因爲其表面的硬度會比較低，在1H以下,而且同時噴油加工不耐磨，爲了提高耐磨，一般都要求油漆幹後硬度在2H以上，但是當硬度太高的時候會使油漆很脆，所以一般表面硬度不要超出4H，爲了使噴油加工達到表面硬度要求，一般選擇雙組合的交聯型的油漆,同時噴油加工的邊緣線很難做到平直，往往有由飛油等造成的鋸缺陷。

　　喷油加工其实就是工业産品的表面涂装加工的称呼、喷油加工一般专业从事于塑胶喷油、丝印、移印加工;EVA、橡胶等鞋材改色、丝印。拥有喷涂线、丝印线、移印机等设备。加工范围：电子産品：普通喷漆、PU 漆、橡膠漆，可噴塗注塑加工遇到的難以解決的問題，如氣紋、熔接縫等，具有噴塗橡膠漆經驗，具備手感漆返工技術。

　　塑膠噴油工藝的技術：

　　如今塑胶産品无处不在，但是如今生活中的人们对于塑胶産品的功能性要求不像以前一样只要好用就行，现在外观不仅要优美，而且要经济实惠，也就是说如今大家关注的重点逐渐聚焦到性价比上面，于是塑胶産品的塑胶喷油表面处理对于産品的品质影响起着至关重要的作用。

　　塑料件表面常沾有油汙、手汗和脫模劑，它會使塗料附著力變差，塗層産生龜裂、起泡和脫落。塗裝前應進行除油處理。對塑料件通常用汽油或酒精清洗，然後進行化學除油化學除油後應徹底清洗工件表面殘留堿液，並用純水最後清洗幹淨，晾幹或烘幹。但是塑膠噴的另外一個重要的問題就是假性附著，這種情況是由于塗層與塑膠底材之間的附著力差導致假性附著，出現掉漆的問題，連一般的百格測試都過不了。

　　解決塑膠噴油假性附著導致掉漆的方法一般是采用活化尼龍等塑膠表面分子的原理，將尼龍處理劑噴塗在尼龍塑膠表面後，通過活化作用，會咬進尼龍塑膠裏面，改變尼龍塑膠分子，從而很好的跟表面油漆附著再一起，不會出現假性附著的現象，大大的提高了噴油的質量，而且高效，性價比較高。

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