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鵬鲲動態

梳子噴漆機-改變人工噴塗的弊端

梳子噴漆機是采取自动喷涂工艺来替代传统的手工喷涂的一种自动化喷漆设备，针对目前的喷漆工艺加工制作并且通过专门的程序设定来完成各项喷漆操作流程，并且还可以进行模具的更换和清洗，同时在操作环境和操作保护设施方面还有更多的有利之处，今天鹏鲲小编就为大家来详细介绍一下梳子噴漆機具体有哪些有利的功能和用途？

首先，梳子噴漆機是一种全自动化的设备，它改变了以往通过人工手持喷枪来进行喷涂的简单模式，而是采用专门的隔离和防尘装置，将喷漆所带来的污染隔离在喷漆室内。

其次，梳子噴漆機还具有功能设定丰富、喷漆质量高理想以及喷漆效率高等显著的特点。尤其是在一些大型复杂设备産品的喷涂上，具有很强的精确度水平，能够通过程序方面的控制来进行精准的把握，并且由于机器设备的喷涂效率很高，避免了手工操作所带来的误差，能够带来理想的喷漆效果。

投资鹏鲲智能化梳子噴漆機关键几点

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

不是因为闲钱多了才去投资梳子噴漆機

而是投资了梳子噴漆機才有了更多闲钱

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手工噴漆1小時.自動噴塗8分鍾

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