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直發器自動噴塗機---關于一台好噴塗機的價格問題！

隨著機械化的普及，直發器自動噴塗機的使用也越來越廣泛，越來越多的自動噴塗機械種類逐步占據噴塗市場，機械取代人工已經成爲發展的必然。我們業務員在和客戶溝通交流過程中，遇到客戶問得最多的就是設備價格問題，那麽今天小編就價格問題來爲大家做一個解答。

首先我们非常了解，客户投资这个直發器自動噴塗機的目的是为了高产值低成本，能够持久稳定带来回报。我们公司主要做的是非标定制的设备，根据客户的工艺要求和产能要求不同，我们的价格也是不同的。如果工艺要求低的话就配普通枪，如果要求高的话就配低压高雾化的强。还有就是产能的要求，我们这边的设备可以一次性喷一个两个三个甚至几十个，要求不同价格也不同。

我們廠內全年常備39款一百多台现机，基本上市面上有的设备我们都有，就算是同一种款式都有不同配置、不同规格，具体要看客户那边的需求。我们首先要知道您的産品适合用什么样的设备，老话常说适合自己的才是最好的。假设这个设备不适合您的话，给您也没有什么用处，反而还占用空间。最好是客户先寄样品过来，我们这边有专业的设计师团队，会为您量身定制适合的方案，我们安排做好夹具。到时候您过来这边，如果有现机的话，可以现场试喷给您看。

而在前期我們只能報一個大概的價位，單機的話價格大概幾萬到十幾萬，大線體的話一兩百萬都有。這主要還是看客戶的預算，就像裝修房子一樣，您要告訴我預算大概是多少，想要裝修成什麽樣子，如果您的預算只有五十萬，而我給您裝修成一百萬的樣子，應該也不太合適吧？投資設備也是同樣的道理，必須對症下藥！

最后要说一句，价格并不是成交的决定因素。投资一台直發器自動噴塗機最关键的是它能否为工厂改进工艺、提高产量和节省成本，是否能够稳定长久为企业带来效益，还有要看设备厂家的实力和售后服务。

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