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産品名稱：“紅色”耐高溫高壓合成油脂sl3190
产品型號：CRC SL3190
産品廠商：美國CRC
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簡單介紹：

是一种采用先进技术的超级锂合成油脂，是现有产品中*理想的多功能潤滑劑，通过Timken 60磅測試，具有廣泛的使用溫度範圍。

詳情介紹：

Sta-Plex TM Premium Red Grease 美國CRC SL3190 “紅色”耐高溫高壓合成油脂

1.産品介紹：

是一种采用先进技术的超级锂合成油脂，是现有产品中*理想的多功能潤滑劑，通过Timken 60磅測試，具有廣泛的使用溫度範圍。

2.應用範圍：

重工鋼鐵業，汽車制造業，采礦業、金屬制造業、機械業、鐵路機車、挖掘機等

3.特點：

能承受高溫及耐高壓

防止磨損及防止氧化

特有紅色，不會變脆

NLGI#2，滴落點260度

Timken 60磅 load ok

型號淨重量每箱數量

SL3190 397g 10

SL3191 397（罐裝） 12

SL3195 35磅（桶裝） 1

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