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水平仪自动喷漆解決方案

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水平仪自动喷漆解決方案

小型水平儀定槍環繞噴漆線：適合各種塑膠五金木制品噴漆。

設備參數：

1.输入电源：AC220V/50HZ

2.功率：2.3kw

3.整机尺寸（长*宽*高）：3325mm*1500mm*750mm

4. 主体采用全不锈钢制作

5.链速：0~4米/min，速度可调

6.噴槍：自動噴槍（可配6把槍或者8把槍）

7.噴槍使用氣壓：≥0.25Mpa

8.可選擇配套供油系統和水櫃

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客戶成功案例：江蘇客戶黃生前後共采購了兩台水平儀定槍環繞噴漆線。手噴的時候噴一個水平儀外殼需要30秒，有四個凹槽，角落還噴不到位。鵬鲲幫客戶設計合理的治具後，用自動化機器噴，效率提升了幾倍，省去了不少人工，凹槽位置都能噴到。黃生投資設備後，加工成本降了幾毛錢，附近的幾家競爭對手都被比下去了，90%的水平儀外殼噴漆的單都被他拿下了。

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