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flourmillmachine · 10 months

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Pneumatic gate in Wheat maize flour mill Line-Integrated Flour mill Machine producer turnkey EPC provider Whatsapp008613812016908. www.immy.cn

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zoomlineaasphaltplant · 1 year

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High Efficiency Industrial Bag House Dust Collector for Asphalt Mixing Plant.

- Gravity type primary dust collector collects finer dust and saves consumption.

- The discharge of the secondary dust collector in the baghouse is less than 20mg/Nm3, which is environmentally friendly.

- Using the US Dopont NOMEX filter bags, it is resistant to high temperature and has a long service life. The filter bag can be replaced easily and without special tools.

- Intelligent temperature control system, when the dust temperature is higher than the set value, the cold air valve turns on the cooling automatically to avoid the filter bag being damaged by high temperature.

- Using high-pressure pulse cleaning technology, it is beneficial to reduce bag wear, prolong service life and improve dust removal performance.

-Both stationary and mobile types bag house dust filter are available.

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intechbulkhandling · 2 years

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Welcome To Intech Engineers

About

Intech Engineers is a leading Dust Collector Manufacturers in Noida. We provide a comprehensive range of top-quality products, including Coal Handling Plant, Belt Conveyor, Industrial Slide Gate Valve, Screw Conveyor, Filter Bag, Pulse Jet Solenoid Valve, Filter Cage, Compost Machine, and Air Washer, that have earned us a loyal following among our valued clients. We are dedicated to providing top-quality products that meet the specific needs of our clients. Our team of experts works tirelessly to ensure that each and every customer is satisfied with our services.

Our Products

Belt Conveyor

Intech Engineers One of the most well-known of Belt Conveyors Manufacturers in Noida. A belt conveyor is a type of material handling system that moves items and materials continuously from one place to another. to learn more, please visit my website.

Screw Conveyor

Intech Engineers one of the most recognized of Screw Conveyors Manufacturers in Noida. Screw conveyors are commonly used in many different industries, including agriculture, mining, food processing, and construction. For more information Contact Us at

Pneumatic Conveying

Intech Engineers a prominent of pneumatic conveying manufacturer in Noida. Pneumatic conveying systems are commonly used in many different industries, including food processing, chemical processing, pharmaceuticals, and construction. Contact us to find out more about our product.

Coal Handling Plant

Intech Engineers is one of the most renowned Coal Handling Plant Manufacturers In Noida. Our handling system can significantly boost your production capacity and effectiveness of your daily operation. Our goal is to help different industries in material handling.

Chain Conveyor

Intech Engineers is very well-known among the leading Chain Conveyor Manufacturers in India. These conveyors are more suitable for comparatively large or heavier pieces of products. Don’t hesitate to give us a call – 9910838443.

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longhandle · 2 years

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hammer crusher and the later is transmitted

SCM grinding mill into the collecting powder machine.. The vortex made by rotating turbine of the collecting powder machine lets the larger ones recycled back into the grinding chamber for regrinding, then smaller ones enter into the cyclone collector and final products are discharged by the valve, airflow with little fine dust is refined by pulse dust catcher and discharged through the blower and the muffler.

First the large ones of the materials is crushed into small ones by the hammer crusher and the later is transmitted into the hopper by elevator, then the vibrating feeder sends the materials onto the middle of the upper turntable in a stable and well-proportioned way, which are separated under the centrifugal force and fall into the raceway where they are crushed, grinded, rolled. The lifetime of spare parts is relied on the hardness of raw materials, and is lowered once the Moh&39;s hardness is up to 4-6 grade. Through the first process, enter into the second turntable then the third one.

SCM grinding mill is a butterfly valve specification new type of making micro powder machines through more than twenties times research and improvement, depending on two decades of hard work & experience and inputting the latest mechanical techniques of Sweden. It is an incorporated one of the two countries and a leader of the grinding industry nowadays. Working principle of SCM grinding mill.

The mainframe through reducer makes the main shaft and all the turntables rotating which lets the rollers and the ring rolling and rotating with dowel pin. SCM grinding mill is widely used in making fine powder or micro powder, and the raw materials should be non-inflammable and non-explosive under the Moh&39;s hardness less than 6 grade such as limestone, calcite, dolomite, kaolin, bentonite, talc, illite, pyrophillite, barite, meerschaum, fluorite, potash ore, etc.

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supermantrafiltration-blog · 5 years

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Pulse-jet vogue bughouses are designed to utilize cloth filter baggage with internal support structures normally said as cages. Cages offer a method of holding the filter bag open throughout the particulate assortment cycle. Cages should be sturdy to face up to the pressure from the filter bag exerted throughout the particulate assortment cycle.

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itsmitanshi-blog · 5 years

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Pulse Jet Bag Filter System Supplier:-

What is a Pulse Jet Bag Filter system. It is a type of air contamination hardware which uses channel packs to isolate particulate contamination from the air. These are not just vital for assembling situations to keep working in a protected territory however they are obligatory too. Each plant must guarantee that fumes modern gases, dust, and different contaminants are at levels in consistence with the (EPA) Environmental Protection Agency. It is required because of the reality the hurtful poisons in the quality of workshop regions which go through the throat and nose or enter the lung will cause significant medical issues.

A channel cleaning mechanical assembly uses beat air to expel matter gathered on a first surface of a channel. Turn around stream extricates the material which is gathered in a container on the upstream side of the channel. The gathered issue may then be combusted in the container with the goal that the measure of material gathered is limited. The beats are aimed at the channel with a controlled shape and time to advance turn around beating. Beating happens while the warm fumes stream proceeds with the goal that task of the motor isn't interfered. Various valves might be used to clean at least one channels.

MFP Manufactures and Supplies of Pulse Jet Bag Filter Systems with underneath highlight:

· High Collecting Efficiency

· Low weight drop

· Financially Designed

· Low Maintenance and Operative Cost.

The beat stream innovation is viewed as a standout amongst the best techniques to completely clean contaminated air. It can significantly diminish the distribution of hurtful residue particles back out of sight. Two of the best highlights about the framework is it's capacity to rapidly clean relentless and the low support included. The beat stream innovation enable the gatherer to adequately channel toxins noticeable all around inside seconds. Some residue authorities require customary support which can make offices lose important working time.

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reudoengineering · 1 year

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Manufacturer and supplier of Dust Collector Control Devices in Kolkata.

Reudo Engineering is a leading manufacturer and supplier of dust collector control devices in Kolkata, India. These devices are critical components in baghouse filter systems, responsible for controlling the cleaning process of filter bags and ensuring efficient and effective air filtration and dust control.

Reudo Engineering's dust collector control devices are designed using advanced technologies and materials to deliver superior performance, reliability, and durability. The company's experienced team of engineers and technicians work closely with clients to develop customized solutions that meet their unique needs and requirements, ensuring that their equipment is operating at optimal efficiency.

The company offers a wide range of dust collector control devices, including pulse jet timers, solenoid valves, air header tanks, and other accessories. These devices are designed to work seamlessly with baghouse filter systems, providing precise and reliable control over the cleaning process of filter bags.

Reudo Engineering's commitment to quality and customer satisfaction has helped it establish a strong reputation in the industry, and its team of experts is always ready to provide customized solutions that meet the unique needs of each client. Overall, Reudo Engineering is a trusted supplier of dust collector control devices in Kolkata, India, providing high-quality solutions for air filtration and dust control.

#Dust Collector Control Devices

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senotay · 3 years

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The Electromagnetic Valve

https://www.senotay.com/dust-collector-accessories/the-electromagnetic-valve/

Electromagnetic pulse valves (also known as diaphragm valves) are compressed air "switches" for pulse bag filter dust cleaning systems. By the control of the output signal of the pulse jet control instrument, the filter bag is cleaned by one row (chamber), so that the resistance of the filter is kept within the set range, so as to ensure the processing capacity and dust collection efficiency of the filter.

DMF-Z electromagnetic pulse valve is a right-angle valve, and the angle between the inlet and outlet is 90 degrees, which is suitable for the installation connection between the airbag and the dust blower tube. The air flow is unobstructed and it can provide the required clear air pulse.

DMF-ZM electromagnetic pulse valve is the same as the "Z" series of the right-angle valve, suitable for airbag and dust collector spray pipe installation connection, the import and export of the two ends with a fixed nut for installation so that installation and use more Convenience.

The DMF-Y electromagnetic pulse valve is a submerged valve (also called an embedded valve). It is directly mounted on the gas distribution box and has better flow characteristics. The pressure loss has decreased and it is suitable for workplaces with low air supply pressure.

The DMF-T electromagnetic pulse valve is a straight-through valve with an included angle of 180 degrees between the inlet ports (the inlet and outlet centerlines are the same lines). The inlet is connected to the air reservoir and the outlet is connected to the injection pipe. The air flow is unobstructed and it can provide the required clear air pulse.

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unsettlingshortstories · 3 years

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The City

Ray Bradbury (1950)

The city waited twenty thousand years.

The planet moved through space and the flowers of the fields grew up and fell away, and still the city waited; and the rivers of the planet rose and waned and turned to dust. Still the city waited. The winds that had been young and wild grew old and serene, and the clouds of the sky that had been ripped and torn were left alone to drift in idle whitenesses. Still the city waited.

The city waited with its windows and its black obsidian walls and its sky towers and its unpennanted turrets, with its untrod streets and its untouched doorknobs, with not a scrap of paper or a fingerprint upon it. The city waited while the planet arced in space, following its orbit about a blue-white sun, and the seasons passed from ice to fire and back to ice and then to green fields and yellow summer meadows.

It was on a summer afternoon in the middle of the twenty thousandth year that the city ceased waiting.

In the sky a rocket appeared.

The rocket soared over, turned, came back, and landed in the shale meadow fifty yards from the obsidian wall.

There were booted footsteps in the thin grass and calling voices from men within the rocket to men without.

"Ready?"

"All right, men. Careful! Into the city. Jensen, you and Hutchinson patrol ahead. Keep a sharp eye."

The city opened secret nostrils in its black walls and a steady suction vent deep in the body of the city drew storms of air back through channels, through thistle filters and dust collectors, to a fine and tremblingly delicate series of coils and webs which glowed with silver light. Again and again the immense suctions occurred; again and again the odors from the meadow were borne upon warm winds into the city.

"Fire odor, the scent of a fallen meteor, hot metal. A ship has come from another world. The brass smell, the fusty fire smell of burned powder, sulphur, and rocket brimstone."

This information, stamped on tapes which sprocketed into slots, slid down through yellow cogs into further machines.

Click-chakk-chakk-chakk.

A calculator made the sound of a metronome. Five, sic, seven, eight, nine. Nine men! An instantaneous typewriter inked this message on tape which slithered and vanished.

Clickety-click-chakk-chakk.

The city awaited the soft tread of their rubberoid boots.

The great city nostrils dilated again.

The smell of butter. In the city air, from the stalking men, faintly, the aura which wafted to the great Nose broke down into memories of milk, cheese, ice cream, butter, the effluvium of a dairy economy.

Click-click.

"Careful, men!"

"Jones, get your gun out. Don't be a fool!"

"The city's dead, why worry?"

"You can't tell."

Now, at the barking talk, the Ears awoke. After centuries of listening to winds that blew small and faint, of hearing leaves strip from trees and grass grow softly in the time of melting snows, now the Ears oiled themselves in a self-lubrication, drew taut, great drums upon which the heartbeat of the invaders might pummel and thud delicately as the tremor of a gnat's wing. The Ears listened and the Nose siphoned up great chambers of odor.

The perspiration of frightened men arose. There were islands of sweat under their arms, and sweat in theirs hands at they held guns.

The Nose sifted and worried this air, like a connoisseur busy with an ancient vintage.

Chikk-chikk-chakk-click.

Information rotated down on parallel check tapes. Perspiration; chlorides such and such per cent; sulphates so-and-so' urea nitrogen, ammonia nitrogen, thus: creatinine, sugar, lactic acid, there!

Bells rang. Small totals jumped up.

The Nose whispered, expelling the tested air. The great Ears listened:

"I think we should go back to the rocket, Captain."

"I give the orders, Mr.Smith!"

"Yes, sir."

"You up there! Patrol! See anything?"

"Nothing, sir. Looks like it's been dead long time!"

"You see, Smith? Nothing to fear."

"I don't like it. I don't know why. You ever feel you've seen a place before? Well, this city's too familiar."

"Nonsense. This planetary system's billions of miles from Earth: we couldn't possibly've been here ever before. Ours is the only light-year rocket in existence."

"That's how I feel, anyway, sir. I think we should get out." The footsteps faltered. There was only the sound of the intruder's breath on the still air.

The Ear heard and quickened. Rotors glided, liquids glittered in small creeks through valves and blowers. A formula and concoction-one followed another. Moments later, responding to the summons of the Ear and Nose, through giant holes in the city walls a fresh vapor blew out over the invaders.

"Smell that, Smith? Ahh. Green grass. Ever smell anything better? By God, I just like to stand here and smell it."

Invisible chlorophyll blew among the standing men.

"Ahh!"

The footsteps continued.

"Nothing wrong with that, eh, Smith? Come on!"

The Ear and Nose relaxed a billionth of a fraction. The countermove had succeeded. The pawns were proceeding forward.

Now the cloudy Eyes of the city moved out of fog and mist.

"Captain, the windows!"

"What?"

"Those house windows, there! I saw them move!"

"I didn't see it."

"They shifted. They changed color. From dark to light."

"Look like ordinary square windows to me."

Blurred objects focused. In the mechanical ravines of the city oiled shafts plunged, balance wheels dipped over into green oil pools. The window frames flexed. The windows gleamed.

Below, in the street, walked two men, a patrol, followed, at a safe interval, by seven more. Their uniforms were white, their faces as pink as if they had been slapped; their eyes were blue. They walked upright, upon hind legs, carrying metal weapons. Their feet were booted. They were males, with eyes, ears, mouths, noses.

The windows trembled. The windows thinned. They dilated imperceptibly, like the irises of numberless eyes.

"I tell you, Captain, it's the windows!"

"Get along."

"I'm going back, sir."

"What?"

"I'm going back to the rocket."

"Mr. Smith!"

"I'm not falling into any trap!"

"Afraid of an empty city?"

The others laughed, uneasily.

"Go on, laugh!"

The street was stone-cobbled, each stone three inches wide, six inches long. With a move unrecognizable as such, the street settled. It weighed the invaders.

In a machine cellar a red wand touched a numeral: 178 pounds . . . 210, 154, 201, 198,- each man weighed, registered and the record spooled down into a correlative darkness.

Now the city was fully awake!

Now the vents sucked and blew air, the tobacco odor from the invaders' mouths, the green soap scent from their hands. Even their eyeballs had a delicate odor. The city detected it, and this information formed totals which scurried down to total other totals. The crystal windows glittered, the Ear tautened and skinned the drum of its hearing tight, tighter- all of the senses of the city swarming like a fall of unseen snow, counting the respiration and the dim hidden heartbeats of the men, listening, watching, tasting.

For the streets were like tongues, and where the men passed, the taste of their heels ebbed down through stone pores to be calculated on litmus. This chemical totality, so subtly collected, was appended to the new increasing sums waiting the final calculation among the whirling wheels and whispering spokes.

Footsteps. Running.

"Come back! Smith!"

"No, blast you!"

"Get him, men!"

Footsteps rushing.

A final test. The city, having listened, watched, tasted, felt, weighed, and balanced, must perform a final task.

A trap flung wide in the street. The captain, unseen to the others, running, vanished.

Hung by his feet, a razor drawn across his throat, another down his chest, his carcass instantly emptied of its entrails, exposed upon a table under the street, in a hidden cell, the captain died. Great crystal microscopes stared at the red twines of muscle; bodiless fingers probed the still pulsing heart. The flaps of his sliced skin were pinned to the table while hands shifted parts of his body like a quick and curious player of chess, using the rad pawns and the red pieces.

Above on the street the men ran. Smith ran, men shouted. Smith shouted, and below in this curious room blood flowed into capsules, was shaken, spun, shoved on smear slides under further microscopes, counts made, temperatures taken, heart cut in seventeen sections, liver and kidneys expertly halved. Brain was drilled and scooped from bone socket, nerves pulled forth like the dead wires of a switchboard, muscles plucked for elasticity, while in the electric subterrene of the city the Mind at last totaled out its grandest total and all of the machinery ground to a monstrous and momentary halt.

The total.

These are men. These are men from a far world, a certain planet, and they have certain eyes, certain ears, and they walk upon legs in a specified way and carry weapons and think and fight, and they have particular hearts and all such organs as are recorded from long ago.

Above, men ran down the street toward the rocket.

Smith ran.

The total.

These are our enemies. These are the ones we have waited for twenty thousand years to see again. These are the men upon whom we waited to visit revenge. Everything totals. These are the men of a planet called Earth, who declared war upon Taollan twenty thousand years ago, who kept us in slavery and ruined us and destroyed us with a great disease. Then they went off to live in another galaxy to escape and that disease which they visited upon us after ransacking our world. They have forgotten that war and that time, and they have forgotten us. But we have not forgotten them. These are our enemies. This is certain. Our waiting is done.

"Smith, come back!"

Quickly. Upon the red table, with the spread-eagled captain's body empty, new hands began a fight of motion. Into the wet interior were placed organs of copper, brass, silver, aluminum, rubber and silk; spiders spun gold web which was stung into the skin; a heart was attached, and into the skull case was a fitted platinum brain which hummed and fluttered small sparkles of blue fire, and the wires led down through the body to the arms and legs. In a moment the body was sewn tight, the incisions waxed, healed at neck and throat and about the skull-perfect, fresh, new.

The captain sat up and flexed his arms.

"Stop!"

On the street the captain reappeared, raised his gun and fired. Smith fell, a bullet in his heart.

The other men turned.

The captain ran to them.

"That fool! Afraid of a city!"

They looked at the body of Smith at their feet.

They looked at their captain, and their eyes widened and narrowed.

"Listen to me," said the captain. "I have something important to tell you."

Now the city, which had weighed and tasted and smelled them, which had used all its powers save one, prepared to use its final ability, the power of speech. It did not speak with the rage and hostility of its massed walls or towers, nor with bulk of its cobbled avenues and fortresses of machinery. It spoke with the quiet voice of one man.

"I am no longer you captain," he said. "Nor am I a man."

The men moved back.

"I am the city," he said and smiled.

"I've waited two hundred centuries," he said. "I've waited for the sons of the Sons of the sons to return."

"Captain, sir!"

"Let me continue. Who built me? The city. The men who died built me. The old race who once lived here. The people whom the Earthmen left to die of a terrible disease, a form of leprosy with no cure. And the men of that old race, dreaming of the day when the Earthmen might return, built this city, and the name of this city was and is Revenge, upon the planet of Darkness, near the shore of the Sea of Centuries, by the Mountains of the Dead; all very poetic. This city was to be a balancing machine, a litmus, an antenna to test all future space travelers. In twenty thousand years only two other rockets landed here. One from a distant galaxy called Ennt, and the inhabitants of that craft are tasted, weighed, found wanting, and let free, unscathed, from the city. As were the visitors of the second ship. But today! At long last, you've come! The revenge will be carried out to the last detail. Those men have been dead two hundred centuries, but they left a city here to welcome you."

"Captain, sir, you're not feeling well. Perhaps you'd better come back to the ship, sir."

The city trembled.

The pavements opened and the men fell, screaming. Falling, they saw bright razors flash to meet them!

Time passed. Soon came the call:

"Smith?"

"Here!"

"Jensen?"

"Here!"

"Jones, Hutchinson, Springer?"

"Here, here, here!"

They stood by the door of the rocket.

"We return to Earth immediately."

"Yes, sir!"

The incisions on their necks were invisible, as were their hidden brass hearts and silver organs and the fine golden wire of their nerves. There was a faint elector hum for their heads.

"On the double!"

Nine men hurried the golden bombs of disease culture into the rocket.

"These are to be dropped on Earth."

"Right, sir!"

The rocket valve slammed. The rocket jumped into the sky. As the thunder faded, the city lay upon the summer meadow.

Its glass eyes were dulled over. The Ears relaxed, the great Nostril vents topped, the streets no longer weighed or balanced, and the hidden machinery paused in its bath of oil.

In the sky the rocket dwindled.

Slowly, pleasurably, the city enjoyed the luxury of dying.

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