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产品名称：CRC高温脫模劑
産品型號：CRC03310
産品廠商：美國CRC
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用于*先进地高温树脂时非常理想。也非常适合作为低熔点金属如铅、锌、铝进行压铸时的脫模劑。

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Boron Nitride Mold Release 美國CRC 03310高温脫模劑

1.産品介紹：

用于*先进地高温树脂时非常理想。也非常适合作为低熔点金属如铅、锌、铝进行压铸时的脫模劑。

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與熔化金屬、鹽類、助溶劑、熔渣形成一非反映層

保護表面與MIG/MAG焊接噴嘴，以防止焊接噴汙

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